In the deep blue, masked by the night's cloak, swims the elusive flesh squid. Not a creature of myth nor a marvel to ponder, it is both an ally and an enigma.
With hues shifting from ruby wine to muted umber, these enigmatic beasts pulse with the essence of the ocean's untouched mysteries. A whisper in biologist tales murmurs: "They speak in colors, a dialogue of physics not language, a noise akin to silence."
Why beneficial? Observing tranquil dances, they guide our way through azure maze, heralds of the oceanic core. Why poisonous? Their guise conceals a myriad of paradoxes wrapped in the folds of their fluid skin, navigating realms we dare not understand.
There's truth in the dark waters; it beckons and it retreats, a promising tether to the unseen. These matchless creatures are neither kings nor jesters, but the silent echoes beneath our cognitive grasp.