In the shadowy reefs where sunlight fractures into shards of sapphire and indigo, a small but regal creature drifts with unhurried grace. This nudibranch, cloaked in stripes of black and white edged with fire-bright orange, moves like living calligraphy against the ocean’s canvas.
 
To the untrained eye, it may seem fragile—just a soft-bodied wanderer clinging to coral. Yet within its flamboyant colors lies a quiet defiance: a warning to predators that beauty here is armored by poison, a reminder that elegance and resilience often share the same skin.
 
 *Zebra of the Sea*, is  a nomad among reefs, dancing across sponges and rocks as though each ripple of current were a stage light. In its brief life, it writes its story not in ink or stone, but in movement and color, a fleeting masterpiece painted by evolution itself.