What if the world you know is only the thinnest of surfaces? Above, the sun burns, its light piercing the turquoise water in dancing, fractured columns. Here, in the photic zone, life is a riot of color and motion. A clownfish darts through the waving tentacles of its anemone home, a fleeting jewel in a city of coral that pulses with the rhythm of a million tiny lives. This is the ocean we ima...
