The octopus moved. Its tentacles reached, deliberate in the vast sea. Lit by a strange glow. A crystal. It shimmered. Danced with life, viridian in barren ocean. The octopus, curious, reached faster. He was the liminal being, an enigma, shifting among the currents. Adapting, understanding. Thriving. The crystal’s radiance pulsed. Scorpio-like. Alluring, healing. A beacon in the aquatic wilderness, it was profound. Transformative. The octopus touched it. Emotion stirred, wounds healing, life thrumming. Its tenticles embraced the paradox. The crystal pulsed again. Diminishing. Then, only the octopus remained. Glowing. It was a dance between mysteries. Over before daylight.