Inside of the spiral, the spheres went round and round. The pregnant seahorses swinged and danced in their peculiar motion while observing me indefectibly through the teal. My eyes were static, red as the blood dropping out of my fists. The bubbles stopped swinging towards the top of the aquarium and now were all splattered around the floor with the goldfish. He jumped and danced his waltz too. Sadly, it could not last for his fate was to asphyxiate as I watched, as silence consumed both him and I. There was no way I could have stood the unbearable sound of bubbles breaking up. Now I was left with the splattering sound of the agonizing fish.