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In the abyssal depths where light dares not tread, Where silence reigns supreme o'er eons spent in dread, There lies a titan 'mongst the vast expanse, Its presence felt though mortal sight defies advance. An Octopod of colossal span, Whose bulk doth fill each fathom 'neath the sky, Now naught remains save mangled corpse afloat, A husk bereft of life by eldritch foe. Upon its skull of scale and pitted rind, Ereks a singular orb of sickly hue, A maw-like iris fixed unblinking wide, Betokening hatred dire from aeons past. Mangled stumps jut forth where once ten arms had swayed, Torn clean away in battles untold. Though lifeless now, a sense of menace lingers yet, In silent challenge issued unto fate. Uncountable millennia hence it lay, Skeletal frame 'gainst obsidian basalt ground, And fiery brands, wielded by trespasser bold, Were needed scarce to illuminate its shroud. ink art, thick painting, ink splash, ink painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting, aidmaMJ6.1, aidmainkstyle