You approached me silently, whispering in a whisper.
The wonderful tentacles given to you by the creation have fascinated me deeply. Countless days and nights, I watched you roll up the seaweed and drill through the shells, inject poison into the soft mussels, make it sleepy and limp for you to pick, I remember how you gently Swipe across my fingertips, across my waist and abdomen, and finally stop gently on my chest, knocking out a string of runes that are unique to you.
We have roamed the sea with arms crossed countless times, through the cage net of seaweed, across the blazing mountain of light and shadow, to the cave where you live, your changing body color shows your good mood, so do I, as if full of energy The ear is not the vibration of the waves, but your crisp laughter.
So in front of you, I surrendered like a seashell, until the lack of oxygen forced me to float to the surface, and you always silently sent me away and sank to the bottom of the sea alone.
I don't have the courage of Odysseus, I dare not walk into the maze under the siren cloth, and I dare not return to the noisy and hot crowd. The vast sea is the most comfortable corner of the cage for me.
This is where you grew up, you are a hospitable host, the seabed that people have feared for a long time is the world where you live your life, you show me your colorful life without reservation, and lead me out of the desperate situation of imprisoned soul, Spread the world before my eyes.
You gave me trust, courage and curiosity, and I still kept the torment of the bad habits of the world, and refused to let go of the torture instruments that the world has imposed on me. What I have always believed in is, don't throw trust at will, and don't let love fade away like water, because the creator is full of evil tastes, he knows your life is hard, but he will be sacrificed, he knows which pile of sacrifices is presented The sweetest thing, like your stump bitten off by a nightgown shark.
What you don't know is how many people on distant lands lie in tombs deeper and darker than the bottom of the ocean just halfway through their lives in order to avoid the suffering of the destruction and loss of their loved ones.
You don't know how tired and weak I am, who sees you day and night, turning silence into a knife and stabbing those souls who care about me. But you never left me, with the same vitality as before, the darkness healed your paleness, gave you new limbs, gently eased my worries, and returned to me with joy.
We walked together through a cycle of reincarnation. Your small and happy nest gave birth to a new life. The white eggs were gently embraced by you, and then floated everywhere with the tide. You stayed where you were and slept like Euris leaning against Potronius's chest, dying together in the fire of Rome, finishing your short and full life.
Nero's dynasty is finally scorched, and I finally break the cage I put on me life, my blood will never run dry, it is as rich and salty as sea water.
When I floated on the surface and looked up at the radiant sun, it was just a small black spot on my eyelids, just like me in the boundless waves at this time, the nightgown shark harvested its lunch, and countless eager The raw follicles quivered among the gravel, and countless lives were connected to me, and I could only struggle to split the tide and swim back to the shore. Swim in the direction of light.
May my light not suffocate in grief! To farther worlds and farthest nights, it is light after all! - "Thus spake Zarathustra"
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