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Engineers are now attempting to replicate the ability of ghostly fish to swim without bending.
According to recent study, the black ghost knifefish can use one long underneath fin to swim forward, backward, and hover while maintaining a rigid body. The finding paves the way for a new type of undersea vehicle that might replace propellers with more precise control in areas where movement is crucial.
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Blood dripped frae his weak an' tired hawns. His sword hit the peaty bog he foun' himsel' in. It hud bin hoors since the sun set oon the land he called hame. Hamish tore at his sleeves an' desperately tried tae stoap the bleedin' pourin' frae the gash oon his erms an' side o' his torso.
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Reflections. Top Story - April 2026.
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By Peter6 months ago in Fiction
Facets
The rotunda had no need for torches, such was the power of the light reflected off the crystal atop the Plinth at the rotunda’s center. Even Vistruvian’s shadow as he passed between the crystal and the bands of light coming down from the lantern windows did nothing to diminish the crystal’s aura.
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Breaking Up For the Last Time
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By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Fiction
GAUZE. Content Warning.
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By Vocal Member 6 months ago in Fiction
The Fool's Initiation
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