Next comes the Golden Netfish, a creature of expansion and retreat.
In its first state, it is compact — a glimmering knot of sinew and light.
In its second, it unfolds into a living lattice,
woven from threads so fine that water itself must bend around them.
By inflating, it traps drifting particles; by exhaling, it feeds on what remains.
At times it rolls with the current,
a tumbleweed of radiant thought drifting through the deep.
When alarmed, it flattens to the seabed and vanishes —
not in fear, but in study of stillness.
“To gather is to breathe; to vanish is to begin again.”
The Maharajagar 