Meet Opisthoteuthis californiana, a.k.a. adorabilis, a.k.a. the flapjack octopus.

Produced for Beat Battle 67; @nufunklab's theme: Subaquatic.

Image credit: BBC America.

BB67 - Flapjack Octopus

Sleep

I saw you from far away, and became Captivated.

Captivated

Bandcamp

Through joy, through struggle, we Echo in each other's lives.

Echoes Of You

It is He who makes the lightning flash upon you, inspiring you with fear and hope, and gathers up the heavy clouds. The thunder sounds His praises, and the angels, too, in awe of him. He hurls his thunderbolts at whom He pleases. Yet the unbelievers wrangle about God.

Between Heartbeats

Runes of Serenity

Rise above the deceptions and temptations of the mind. This is your duty. You are born for this only; all other duties are self-created and self-imposed owing to ignorance.
– Swami Sivananda -

Twilight

I've always preferred All or Nothing.  The shades of gray in between seem to lack contrast and clarity.
This song is dedicated to all of the beautiful nuances of life that fill that void, because that's how life is.

By request this song is a bit longer than my usual so I hope you enjoy the full story.  Much love, U.F. 🙏

all or nothing

O//TXT_0XX – Ashfall
We never saw the moment the sky broke.
Perhaps it had been breaking for centuries,
crumbling silently above our heads,
until the first fragments began to fall.

At first, the ash seemed harmless.
It drifted slowly, like snow without warmth,
a soft shroud over the ruins we called home.
We told ourselves it was only dust,
that it would pass,
that it could not bury what was already forgotten.

But the ash did not cease.
It thickened, layer upon layer,
suffocating voices, erasing paths,
sealing memories beneath a weight too heavy to unearth.

Now we walk in a world without horizon,
where day and night are the same shade of grey.
Every breath tastes of what once burned,
and every silence echoes with what was lost.

Ashfall is not an ending.
It is the inheritance of a fire long gone,
the residue of choices we never dared to make.

And when the last ember dissolves into dust,
when even our shadows are covered and unnamed
who will rise from the ash to say we were ever here?

Ashfall

O//TXT – Obscura
They told us that darkness was absence,
a void where light could not reach.
But Obscura is not absence.
It is presence, vast, unyielding,
a veil stretched across what we are not ready to see.

Within its abyss, shapes remain undefined.
Ruins breathe as if alive,
whispers carve paths through the mist,
and silence weighs heavier
than the voices that once filled this world.

Obscura is the archive of the unseen,
where every forgotten name
survives as an echo without form.
We advance toward its gates
not to find answers,
but to lose the illusion that they exist.

There, under the green glow of hidden secrets,
we remember that mystery was never meant to be solved.
It was meant to be unveiled.

And so we walk,
not away from the light,
but deeper into the shadow
where every beginning dissolves
and every ending remains without a name.

If Obscura is the veil… what lies behind it?

Obscura

O//TXT_0XX – Mnemesis

They told us memory was fragile,
destined to fade with time,
like dust scattered in the wind.

But Mnemesis is not fragility.
It is return,
an echo carved into silence,
the fracture where the past bleeds into the present.

In Mnemesis
shadows awaken without faces,
names surface without form,
and the forgotten moves again,
reshaping the outline of what we are.

We cannot hold it,
we cannot rebuild it,
yet it never ceases to act within us.
Every fragment becomes unseen matter,
an archive that refuses erasure,
emptiness that keeps on breathing.

Mnemesis is our deepest underground,
the place where time does not erase
but transfigures.

And there, in the echo that remains,
we discover we are never only
what we remember,
but also what we have forgotten.

Mnemesis

O//TXT_004 – Fading in the Rain

Steel knows no fragility.
Rain knows no rest.

Together they are consumed,
drop after drop,
fracture after fracture.

And from their union
a faceless voice is born each moment,
neither human nor machine,
a memory that refuses to vanish.

Fading in the rain
is learning that even what is eternal
can still be broken.

And if even steel yields to rain,
what illusion of eternity can remain for man?

Fading in The Rain

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BB67 - Flapjack Octopus

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