The octopus lurked in the abyss. The abyss – boundless, quiet. There, the octopus watched. Observed. His mind danced on the edge of understanding. Alone. Aware. No fear from the depth, the darkness. The octopus absorbed it. The paradox. Reflected on existence. Paradox fascinated him. The octopus gazed upwards. Shimmering light cast ripples of blue. Silence echoed in the nothingness. It was incomprehensible. The void stared back. There was life in the silence. Life and death. A vast nothing. Dull. Boredom. Chaos. He accepted it. Embracing the dread of the unknowable abyss, the octopus hovered, resolute. Alone but never lonely. This was life. His existence. His abyss.