A group of rays is a called a fever.
Have you ever seen a fever from above the ocean, your feet dangling below you and your waist clipped in underneath impossible sunlight bounding white from the ocean, velvet blue carpet with white fringe. You don’t know the word for it until you see it: rays upon rays, stacked eight rows deep and sixty bodies wide, the rippling of breath underwater. If you had a body like a stingray, whose long and flat warmth would you slide against, descend depth and rise to surface with, the creeping chill slipping over you, open gripping mouths of bellies. Yes, the word for this is fever.
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