What is this? Who is speaking to me?
Updated: Nov 20
“Allow your eyes to be open.”
My eyelids lift in perfect clarity to reflect every shade and color of the colossal cephalopod before me. I swear that he is wearing a tattered robe of some forgotten dynasty. His body strikes me as well... Does his octopus form include a set of humanoid legs and torso?
The cephalopod faces me with an expression I would otherwise ascribe to an owl or an eagle. His colors and textures would invite gem collectors to mistakenly pick at the facets of alluring treasure adorning his skin.