Comhroinn Fuaime

This animal… can move across water… without sinking. No tricks. No illusion. It’s the basilisk lizard. And it doesn’t swim first. It runs. Fast. Each step slaps the surface… trapping tiny pockets of air. For a split second… that water holds. Just long enough for the next step. Over and over again. Speed is everything. Slow down… and it sinks. But stay fast… and it glides across the surface. Escaping predators. Crossing rivers. Turning danger into an exit. It’s not magic.