[center][h1]First Cephalopod [/h1][/center]
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[h2] Exploration[/h2]

It has been a long time since the First Cephalopod made its discovery. It does not know how long it is. What it does know is that there are more days than it has tentacles to count for. 
It tried to compare the number of days to the number of fishes it had eaten. But, there are certainly more days than the number of fishes it has consumed. Three of its brains think so. It thinks.

The others' heads were inconclusive.

Still, it did grow a lot compared to its first discovery days. It is the size of a reef shark now, with length and width easily covering one with its tentacles. Still not something to show when comparing to the sperm whales, but the increase in size means gradual behavior changes. The First Cephalopod becomes a little bit bolder compared to its younger self. More prone to exploration. A little bit less fearful in its conduct. 

With boldness comes new knowledge that it didn’t know before. 

It consumed these floating from the Darkness Below. They have no brain, and colorful light. Especially noticeable in a midst of eternal darkness. They tasted “weird.” 

The First Cephalopod did not know how to describe its experience. Some of them make the First Cephalopod hear the voice from above the surface. A voice that is not ferocious. A voice that is warm. Like when fishes entering its beak and the red liquid escaped their body. A voice that is full. These floating things didn't make sound when the First Cephalopod ate them. They barely ran actually. But the tingling sense they grant is “curious” for the First Cephalopod.  

And then some tasted like poisonous rock fish. No, worse than poisonous rock fish. They tasted vile. The First Cephalopod did not know how to identify them. But they tasted vile. The taste actively expunged the meat and ink in the process. Involuntarily one might add. 

It did not know how to identify these from the heightened sensation floaty things. It thought that those with red were vile. But the purple ones are just as vile. Then the yellow… 

Alright, the first yellow one was vile. But the next yellow was not vile. And the before red was not vile as well. 

It didn’t know how to process it. And after tasting another vile floaty thing, the First Cephalopod decided to leave the floaty things to themselves and continue on its own way. 

[hider= Summary] 
First Cephalopod ate the gacha jellyfish. Some jellyfish heightened the Cephalopod's sense to hear Saeries’ voice, while some jellyfish poisoned it. It didn’t understand that it is because of the alcohol dosage it consumed. 

Minor size update = equal to roughly a coral reef shark [/hider]

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[h2] Changing Seas and New Current[/h2]

As the First Cephalopod continued its journey across the ocean, following sea current and straddling between the normal water and the Drifting Ink, it noticed some peculiarity. The mountains, usually located from the Darkness Below, are now rapidly making out of the water. Where there was sea, now reduced into land. 

But these lands were not green nor red nor purple. Few things grew in the Darkness Below, and corals are not one of them. As their jagged teeth rose from the waves, they carried the lifeless color of wet sand, black dirt, and the skeletals of some unnamed creature’s bones. The First Cephalopod is afraid of this occurrence. It saw first hand where there was once open sea, replaced by land from the down under. And the splashing sound of fishes being dried en-mass and their suffocation… 

The First Cephalopod learned what it means to sympathize. It could imagine itself being one of those fishes. Flopping around on the wet sand and black dirt. Moving up and down in the no sea zone, and then dying from being too far from the water. The more it imagined, the more it was afraid. And the more afraid it is, the faster it swims. 

But there is more than just land rising from beneath the waves. The White Sea above has disappeared, and replaced with the Grey Sea. And this changes, it thinks, is eternal. After every night and day, the First Cephalopod would rise from the surface and look for the Little Fishes above. They did not appear. Even White Light above disappeared beneath the Grey Sky and a cold barrier (ice) began to appear across the sea-surface. But compared to the fear of land rising, this was nothing more than a curious note in the First Cephalopod’s journey.  

And lastly was the increase in current’s strength. The First Cephalopod felt it. Others must have felt it too. Still, all the aquatic life must be swimming in the same direction now, pulled toward somewhere. The First Cephalopod couldn’t tell if it was swimming to its own end. All it knows is that the current is pulling it somewhere. 

[hider=Summary and Clarification] 
The First Cephalopod experiences the draining of sea water, rising landmass, as well as the Grey Sky caused by volcanic eruptions. It is now making its way to Kthon’s hole. 

[b]Clarification [/b]: The First Cephalopod does not “sympathize.” It does not feel angry or happy. I would say that while it did possess the modicum of these “human emotions”, the quality of these basic emotions are lesser in the First Cephalopod. 

The narrator wrote that the First Cephalopods “sympathize”. What actually happens is that the First Cephalopod imagines the scenario and quickly leaves the area when felt that it is in danger. It does not lament for the squids that may be trapped in the shallow waters, but simply understands the dangerous scenario that it now found itself in. An indication for the development of intelligence in the sense that it is now able to forecast the possible dangers rather than possessing the capability to feel for other similar beings. It is a learned behavior, not compassionate. For now, I would say that the First Cephalopod possess some emotions, but does not respond strongly unless life or death situation [/hider]