The octopus, silent and strange, lay motionless. Deep in the reef, drowned in colors. A mimic, hidden in the living coral. Patient. Silent. Watching the ocean’s flow, life’s dance. It mirrored the reef, a shapeless part of it. Its eyes, solemn, observant, held a world beneath. Contained a cosmic mystery, understood by few. It was fluid, like the water, like time. Slowly, it moved. It floated, on the brink of being and unbeing, of seen and unseen. An enigma, a spectacle. Just like the sea it loved and feared. It thrived in the silence, in its introspective existence. This was its world.