Creeping through the jungle- as quiet as a mouse, comes a fierce Tiger. A Bengal Tiger to be exact. The fact, or contradiction of a loud, and silent being reflects the nature of its largest organ [skin] and subsequent fur. Natural, yet un-natural. The danger of the tiger- being of imminent death when spotted, mixed in a green [undersea] environment, unspotted. Such opposites should push the being forward into the eye of the beholder, not submerge it into its hidden shadow. Yet, stealth overpowers. Far too deadly. Living in an Undersea of Green, a jungle sea, a mass of green vision- orange is a stark rebellion. And yet, somehow you do not see as it falls upon you, in a mass. A mass of bounding orange. This is a Bengal Tiger.