The two of you walk through the shark tunnel, giggling as you make some comments about the creatures gliding overhead. The soft, ambient glow of the exhibit casts a gentle light on your faces, illuminating your eyes like precious jewels in the depths of the sea.

“Look at that one, babe!”

Ethan points to a large circular tank up ahead and drags you by the hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The tank glows a deep purple, holding moon jellies that flow and pulse with the current.