Becoming | Spiral Notebook - Ruled Line

As a jellyfish, I drift through the ocean's embrace, a silent wanderer amidst the blue vastness. My body, a delicate umbrella, pulses rhythmically, propelling me through the waters. I am a creature of simplicity, without a heart, brain, or bones, yet I am a survivor of eons. The currents are my guides, and the moon’s gravitational pull, my subtle compass. I am translucent, a ghost of the sea, my tentacles trailing like wisps of silk. They are my weapons and my tools, ensnaring plankton and small fish in a lethal dance, a ballet of survival. Beneath the waves, I am part of an intricate tapestry of marine life, a being of water and gelatinous grace. The sun's rays filter through the water, casting my shadow on the ocean floor as I navigate the silent world. To be alive is to be in a constant state of becoming, changing with the tides, growing, and evolving. I am both ancient and ever-new, a living paradox. My existence is as fluid as the sea itself, a life measured in the flow of water a