As the dialogue matured, the sea revealed artifacts of its own making—clusters of glassy nodules that focused light under water, living tapestries of kelp that cleaned oil like a bar of soap, and a mapped corridor of cool water that traced ancient migration routes. The Loom’s translations uncovered entire subterranean eddies once thought chaotic now shown to be curated—corridors set by cetaceans generations ago to let young calves learn. The ocean had a history and a pedagogy; it could teach a town how to be a better neighbor.