Manta 🏆

She could never stop moving, or the oxygen would cease to flow over her gills.

On the fifth day of her migration, the water turned thick and bitter. A net, discarded by a trawler miles away, drifted through the water column like a translucent spiderweb. She could never stop moving, or the oxygen

Then, with a gentle, majestic wave of her massive wings, she banking sharply. She did not look back. She dived deep, returning to the crushing, comfortable dark where the currents sang their ancient songs. Then, with a gentle, majestic wave of her

Through the blur of the ocean, a shape appeared. It was small, awkward, and bubbled violently from its face. A human diver. Through the blur of the ocean, a shape appeared

The tension on her left wing snapped and went slack. The clearing: The ghost net drifted away into the abyss.