Go with the flow Drift serene Translucent tentacles floating In azure seas Pulsating jewels Moonlike symmetries Miniature UFOs Releasing thousands of eggs Into cerulean immensities Throbbing hunger Sensing though unable to see Impervious to the sea turtle's mouth Now opening

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Philyra: This sounds like yer philosophy, my dear Ellesha.
Jules: Hey, she's not a jellyfish.
Soo: Dat was a wimpy dinggu ta say, Philyra!
Philyra: Where's yer sense of wit? Gim'me a break!