In a sea of grass and wetland of rubble, blue dragons snake their way through an undergrowth of sickles and blades. They wander without haste and hunt with easy movements, for their prey can neither run nor hide. With serene force, these second-hand worms devour the cells of stinging polyps, heeding not harpoons tipped with venomous hate. A foot of muscle fixes the slug to its perch, while cascades of electric cerata flutter in the waves and embrace the power of the fading sun for as long these waters flow clear and free.
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