In Koror, a small island kingdom in the Pacific,  there’s a jellyfish lake. Its water is warm and murky, and gliding in feels like stepping into a warm bath.  Peering below the surface of the water, it takes a few seconds to comprehend the other worldliness of the scene.   Pulsating everywhere around are millions…literally millions…. of jellyfish.  They throb and glide through the water in a psychedelic spiral wave, constantly appearing and then disappearing into the cloudy water beyond.   Little alien brains on a mission for light.

It takes a leap of faith to reach out and touch the first one. I picked a very small jellyfish at first, just to be safe.  Oh, the fear!   It brushed my fingers and I flinched.  But,  just as promised, there was no sting.   Then, feeling braver,  I reached out and touched a larger one.  Scooped in my hand, it felt fragile and vulnerable, and suddenly seemed all it really was- just a lump of jelly.

This post was written as part of the challenge:  Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone