The kraken splits its arm, doubling its tenacious tentacles with the fury of windmills, sweeping the sea and showering the surface in a mist of salt and blood. The beast's beak exposes its tainted maw, relinquishing a cold shrill that echoes into the horizon bringing an air of suffocation and claustrophobia. Terror writhing relentlessly inside and only the shock and horror of its being remind me that I'm still alive in its presence. I feeling my inside shudder and swell. My eyes sink and my jaw drops in despair and the sun finally falls. The dark is all there is and I gradually drift into madness..