prisons in the depths
and on the floors of the midnight
zone in intricate sponge weave of Venus's flower
baskets. Ethereal snail fish below the twilight zone, intense crushing pressure, their
survival a mystery. They live, they move, they breed.
Glowing mystique in dark depths of
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