It’s important to keep in mind that sirens are not beautiful. They don’t even sing beautifully. They just know the right notes to get you to throw yourself into them. They know how to convince you that the world’s a shit show and that everything will be okay, just come to them, they know how to make it better, just sink yourself and they’ll save you.
Sirens are almost never beautiful, and the sirens of Brightview are no different. Hazel sees them before anyone else
“Look, Ray,” she brags, “sea monsters.” Ray gets the balance back in his tottering legs and puts his hand on his hips.
“Those are sirens,” he shows off. Hazel puts her hands on her hips too. “Yeah? Then how come they aren’t singing?”
Nihilistic Porcupine 