A single luminous form rises from the deep. Soft, warm, quietly alive. It pulses with a rhythm older than language.
Others follow. Each unique in shape, each glowing at its own frequency. They drift together, drawn by invisible currents.
Where membranes overlap, light intensifies. Boundaries dissolve. Separate voices merge into resonance.
Everything soft returns to the current. What remains is phosphorescence -- the memory of light in deep water.