Memoirs from the Seabed
When our story is presented in its original form, believe me, it is definitely not as easy to observe as a typhoon, hydrology or a shock wave at the bottom of the sea. I know what you're thinking right now. You're picturing me. You're wondering if this chattering creature has eight soft tentacles with suckers, or is it ugly and blind like those deep-sea fishes? If you have to paint a concrete image in your mind, I prefer a more horrific one.
I have a hard time picturing myself. There are no mirrors at the seabed, so we can only see ourselves through each other's eyes. For this reason, we always stare at each other for a long time. I have to say that this is actually quite time-consuming, but our ancestors believed that this could give birth to life. According to the rumours, when two people who love each other gaze into each other's eyes, they can see each other's entities, and from them, a baby is born. Many of our compatriots have tried this method, but no one has ever succeeded. All we see is blackness. Even so, the concept of beauty is still ingrained in us, so we often compliment each other on our beauty, either for comfort or as a courtesy.
Where our underwater ancestors came from is hard to say, even for us. Many bachelors have tried to decipher our genealogy from the spiral patterns of shells on the seabed, but they have come up empty-handed, concluding that we were not born and bred here. Our original ancestors may go back to the first person on this planet who jumped into the sea to committed suicide. When the Inuit crossed the Bering Strait during the Ice Age, those who were unfortunate enough to be swallowed up by the cracks in the ice fell into the sea, which greatly strengthened our community at the time.
Here, time is frozen. Whenever there are new outsiders, their state of movement is always from a very fast fall to a slow float and finally a plunge into jelly-like time. This is when we need to organize a group of volunteers to tug on their legs from below and pull those stuck in the jelly out. Sometimes we also deliberately taunt them and leave them stuck in the sea for our amusement. Their futile stomping around in the gel always reminded us of how the inhabitants of the ground ran on solid ground.