Innocuous though it seems, to unknowledgeable minds dwelling in different realms, on separate heights, in theory, only; I knew the power of this being. Curious, I could not see how it saw with hidden eyes. Yet it moved like it belonged, for it belonged far longer than I. I observed it’s undulations that mimicked the movements of the deep sea, drifting in and out of purpose, yet existing here, same as me. It needn’t be clever though ancient genes made it so. Defences may entangle predators in its wake or may be a cause to marvel at the plumage of lion’s mane. Perhaps this one could be the elusive singular species to achieve biological immortality. Returning to that which was, to begin anew. Maybe symbiotic beings ride coattails, but I simply watched; knowing the danger, revelling in muffled sound at the strangeness occupying this plane beneath the surface. I imagined the feeling of getting caught in this mess. They say the pain is incomparable; even deadly. And it doesn’t take much. I’m not sure I would even be an irritation before the strike. Shaking out of fanciful reverie before I could be caught in the mess of tentacles and deadly toxin, I rose to the surface with newfound appreciation for the jellyfish.