tentacle

 

octoGANN

> We, a plural entity, still evolving after 500 million years, here long before the wings and fur, are her conscious exotica. We are suffused with nervousness.

We place arms L1, R2 and R3 around the wrists, suckers gently latching onto the moist human skin. We feel her heart rate quickening and the intense dopamine rush in her blood as she whispers, 'Hello Beautiful - ooohh how do you doo that? You are the most otherworldly thing I've ever seen.' There is wonderment and traces of revulsion. Psychedelic colours play across our skin. Her eyes are producing hormone tinged tears. She would drown in our world. She should achieve a relaxed associative state rather, in which to imagine other minds. We all possess the neurological substrates that generate consciousness.


[excerpt from ritual script]