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The world did not end. It was replaced . Now, one year later, the Lord of Tentacles has not left. It does not need to. It is the coastline. It is the tide. The surviving humans live in the spaces between its coils, in floating villages built from the wreckage of their old arrogance. They have learned to farm the Lord's shed skin (which makes excellent rope and, if chewed, induces prophetic visions) and to navigate by the bioluminescent patterns on its smaller appendages.

"Lord of Tentacles, I offer you the world's spine. But I ask for one thing in return: let me remember." rise of the lord of tentacles full version

The Lord of Tentacles possesses no central head, no heart, no brain in any recognizable sense. It is a distributed consciousness woven through a body that covers sixty-seven percent of the abyssal plain. Its tentacles number in the thousands—some thin as spider silk (these are the spies), some vast as mountain ranges (these are the shapers ). Between the tentacles hang curtains of ciliated membrane that filter the dreams of sleeping creatures like whales and human children. The world did not end