Comhroinn Fuaime

Anglerfish. There is a light in the dark. Small. Blue. Beautiful. It shouldn't be there. Nothing should be alive this far down. No sunlight. No warmth. Just miles of cold black water pressing in from every direction. But the light keeps blinking. And something is already swimming toward it. The anglerfish doesn't chase. It doesn't need to. It carries a biological lantern fused to its skull — a living rod of bacteria that produces a cold, pulsing glow. In an ocean where light means survival, this