@nautiluslive: During our exploration of the #abyssalplain, 5,800 meters (19,000 feet) deep in international waters northwest of the #MarshallIslands EEZ, we saw this #ctenophore (aka #combjelly) situated right above the seafloor. These fragile, gelatinous marine invertebrates produce shimmering light by moving their comb-like cilia. The team spots its long feeding tentacles draped along the ancient seafloor's sediment.

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_ok.i.dont.care_
ok.i.dont.care :
that's literally an Alien
2026-09-25 21:04:41
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spoutzi55
Joanna M. :
“Happy marine biologist noises” 🥰
2026-09-25 20:03:00
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noreg_99
NspireN :
And people are looking for aliens in the sky
2026-09-26 04:35:50
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tom56115
Tom :
What are the lights on the sand?
2026-09-25 20:41:23
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xoxo_lauraa
xoxo_lauraa :
Ok, who installed the LED lights in the seablob???
2026-09-26 04:52:46
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hylianshield
Hylian🛡️Shield :
is that bioluminescent poop?
2026-09-26 02:07:37
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radamester
Radamester :
it’s a gamer jelly
2026-09-28 19:24:14
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this.magic.world
💫 🐆 :
literally the Abyss aliens.
2026-09-25 21:48:16
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angeloformichelli
Angelo :
looks like my aura migrane
2026-09-28 21:38:33
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xxkswitchxx
xxKSWITCHxx& ANGEL :
i only know wake island from battlefield 😂😂
2026-09-28 22:42:09
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itsjjjoe
joey :
i love listening to marine biologists
2026-09-25 22:08:27
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heather.kuzmich
Heather Kuzmich :
sooooo ✨shiny✨!
2026-09-25 20:04:00
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certifiedinternetmom
Internet Mom To All :
Scientists are such nerdy children and it makes me happy [Heartwarming]
2026-09-25 21:26:45
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carmelthunder
Max Ortiz :
Who’s the fun police that makes them zoom out? “Let’s go wide please” like ummm no we are enjoying the light show!!
2026-09-26 06:32:48
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ringalingadingdong4
RandomGuy :
There’s a jellyfish with a dedicated light organ containing a luminescence bacteria it expels 95% of each morning to which it then multiplies itself back to full each day to glow at 100% every night.
2026-09-28 18:36:35
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jonathanharry543
J harry :
Deffo an alien 😂
2026-09-28 18:34:26
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oggie1111
Cory :
hmmm why do we only assume aliens and ufo's are our size give or take, and not like a small 'sea creature' size? 🤔
2026-09-26 12:28:03
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oskasteinn
icelandic bartist :
literally what is going on
2026-09-27 13:49:07
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friskyii
️FRISKETCHER™ :
it's charging 🔋
2026-09-26 04:16:19
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vicevinyl
• Zorro • :
Can it run doom?
2026-09-26 08:35:09
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jaredsavino
Kuya Jared 🇺🇸 :
God is so cool
2026-09-26 02:33:36
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kevcor995
KEVCOR99 :
Is that luminous poop?
2026-09-25 22:16:14
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xap_cj
XAP_CJ :
with those lights I was expecting a message to go across 😂🤣 its cool tho lol 😆
2026-09-25 22:24:11
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hollylynn5206
hollylynn :
I love these videos but the people talking are so annoying
2026-09-26 14:27:38
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jamesaston182
james :
That is definitely an underwater WiFi Router
2026-09-28 06:48:07
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