The deep sea.

Wind caressed the eternal walls of the cosmic temple. Vortex of the endless knowledge and secrets was opened in Aranthemon’s room. He flew through ages, past and present, he observed destruction, rebuilding, countless wars, but something was missing, something specific, even with all of this knowledge something was bothering him. Aranthemon came out of the vortex and there in his long black chair, which was constantly shifting, he opened a moment in time in the black water of his chalice.

There it was, something that satisfied Aranthemon. In the middle of the sea was a wooden ship, it was battling the waves of the mighty storm. Fear and horror gripped the crew as they barely held on. The captain was a tall man, he was yelling out orders as he steered the ship, he had hope, filled with emotions, both of bravery and fear. This was true knowledge!

Aranthemon sat back at such a thought. Could it be, that he still had retained a human side somewhere deep inside of him. He hoped other cosmic beings did not pick up his thoughts, for it could cause him trouble. He leaned forward to look at the sailor again.

This crew and the captain had no idea about the horror lurking right below their ship. The storm was the last of their worries, but they had no idea. Aranthemon’s black eyes got slightly bigger as he watched with excitement.

A giant tentacle appeared and wrapped around the front of the ship, the captain, surprising to Aranthemon, took immediate action while his crew members were all screaming in horror as giant two headed black octopus emerged, with dozens of long tentacles and opened it’s enormous mouth lined with sharp teeth. The captain held his rifle and fired, but of course, this was nothing to the monstrous creature as it stuffed it’s mouth with the sailors.

Just like that, the noble and brave captain died the same exact way as the cowards did. The ship disappeared under the water.

Such was human life, fragile and unexpected, unplanned, unpolished, not refined.

That is what made human life beautiful.

Aranthemon moved his hand and the black water showed nothing else, it stood still, as he sat there quietly, wondering what was happening to him.