The Ascension

Once every few decades, beneath the twilight sky of this distant world, a quiet miracle unfolds.

From the warm shallows of the inland seas, the starborn medusae begin their ascent. Fully grown, radiant with bioluminescent hues, they drift upward — slowly, gracefully — leaving behind the surface that nurtured them. Drawn by ancient instincts, they rise toward the stars, beginning the long voyage that will carry them between the constellations.

To them, it is not departure. It is not farewell. It is The Ascension — a sacred passage into the next chapter of life.

On the shores, humans gather in silent awe. They watch as the sky fills with light and movement, a dance of drifting brilliance. They know the medusae will one day return, not as wanderers, but as life-bringers, carrying the future in their glowing forms.

It is a spectacle of serenity, a celebration of life’s vast and graceful rhythm.