My adventure began on a snowmobile rolling across a frozen White Sea in Russia. In the middle of February, I had travelled to Karelia in the northwest, to see the marine invertebrate, basket star. It had taken me the help of a local co-diver and a good one hour to coax a cavity in the ocean ice, my portal for diving in. Inside, sculpins and sea angels swerved past in silence, bringing me home to a familiar eeriness—and to this lemon-ochre vision. I’ll remember the distant relative of sea urchins and starfish for its five-pointed body and gangly arm-like branches, reaching into billowing darkness.