Through shadow on shadow the eel glides, slides, slipping between thick groves of seaweed. With a glint of iridescent armor and viscous muscle on muscle, it moves. Moray captures this underwater fugitive — all sinuous grain and ribboned skin — in its fleeting show. Its stippled sheen and constant shifting sifts its secrets in the half-
gleam. Long serpent lines ripple in its wake, becoming the eel’s own echo, until, circling fast towards darkness, it completes its vanishing act.