The first of the known species — half swiftness, half service.
Its body is slender and blue, yet where a tail fin should be,
there blooms a fan of soft bristles — the broom of the sea.
It moves in gentle whisks,
brushing plankton aside and polishing shells with quiet devotion.
Mariners claim that when ships vanish from memory,
it is the Broomtail who has passed beneath,
sweeping clean the wake of their forgetting.
“What swims in circles sweeps the mind of echoes.”
The Maharajagar 