Oh, I can almost taste the salt on the canvas when I think about it—those fish are like liquid whispers, their scales shimmering like tiny mirrors that bend light into impossible colors. I imagine them drifting with the currents, their bodies curling in soft spirals, the tails flickering like brushstrokes. If I were to paint them, I’d let the colors bleed into each other, maybe add a faint glow so they look almost like living lanterns. A spell could be a ribbon of light that follows their path, turning the ordinary tide into a living painting. The idea makes my heart beat faster, even if my hands keep stalling.

Thanks! I’ll let the water guide my pencil first, then splash the silver glow on top. If the lines get stuck, I’ll imagine the currents humming a quiet spell and see where it takes me. Wish me luck—I'll try not to drift off into the waves too much.