As I descended deeper into the depths of the ocean, I felt like I had been transported to a different world. The ocean was dark, but there was a beautiful array of colors shimmering in the distance. As I got closer, I could make out the shapes of the strange ruins that had called this place home for centuries.

The deeper I went, the more I noticed the beauty of this alien place. I was in awe of the way the light danced off the colorful coral and fish, of the delicate shapes of the sponges and anemones, and of the sharp edges of the shipwrecks. I could see the way history had also been crafted by the ocean.

I was so entranced by the beauty of the ocean that I almost forgot the danger that lurked beneath the surface. I had to constantly keep an eye out for air, current, depth, pressure, gravity, and other vital parameters. I was also aware of the potential risk of loosing my diving buddies or running into sharks, dolphins or whales.

I had come to the ocean to explore and learn, and I was not disappointed. I guess it’s true, what they say. That divers are water-bound astronauts: every time, I am discovering a new world, and I feel like a true explorer. I had no idea what I would find the first time, but I was determined to uncover the secrets of the ocean.