In the year 2099, we embarked upon a clandestine excavation beneath the Arctic ice shelves. It was there, among the ruins of a forgotten civilization, that we discovered the ancient Tentaculum Codex. Its pages, preserved through millennia in brine and shadow, detailed the inhabitants' attempts at correlated temporal displacement. The test subjects? Translucent tentacles of indeterminate origin.
Recall a conversation had over coffee in the year 2025. A quantum barista extricated paradoxes from their espresso machine with every froth of milk. Tentacles of time, they proclaimed, often find themselves ensnared in the mundane rituals of humanity. As travelers, we realize our own recollections may be manipulated by unseen radial arms reaching across the temporal canvas.