Every evening, I look forward to the click of the ceiling lights, so that only the glow of the central tank remains. It does not reach perfection, but somehow it approaches it.
Almost complete darkness, like in the twilight zone of the sea bottom. That is where I lived before they captured and imprisoned me. I do not remember it, but I still feel the untamed currents of the open sea. The darkness flows in my blood.
You may wonder who I am. My name is Markelos, but most people do not call me that. Usually, they say: That guy. For example, they say: Look at that guy – there he is – his tentacles are visible behind the rock.
I am a giant octopus of the Pacific Ocean. And I know this thanks to the inscription on the wall next to my prison. I know very well what you are thinking. Yes, I can read. I do many things you would not expect.
The inscription also provides other information: my size, my diet, and the places where I would live if I were not imprisoned here. It refers to my intellectual superiority and inventive nature, things that for some reason surprise humans. Octopuses are very intelligent creatures, the inscription says.