The daylight shimmers, but strangely dim.
More than just an Octopus, unaware what danger awaits him,
Memories lost,
But at what cost?
He has no recollection of anything past,
Only the newest memories last.
He wonders not from whence he came,
Only where he's going, and what's his name?
A friend to help him out of the dark,
Who wishes only to make her mark.
And others too, who know him well,
But do not know he rose after he fell.
The final chapter has not yet begun,
But it sure will be fun.
The story starts one pale eve,
In the strangest way you wouldn't believe...