CHAPTER 01: FIRST LOVE, BETWEEN AN ANCIENT SQUID AND A BIG TIRE.
Hii... All, I'm Humansleep. This time I want to post my work again in the Alien Art Hive community.
And here I also want to share a little plot twist from my work about: between instability in thinking and chaotic emotion management, forcing the brain and feelings that are too tired to remain sane when what they really need is rest. As time goes by, they become increasingly chaotic and uncontrollable. In the end, without realizing it, the brain creates an illusion of a strange universe. And the heart emits a strange and irregular feeling. So that the heart cannot distinguish between happiness, sadness, anger, and so on. There is only confusion.
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FIRST LOVE, BETWEEN AN ANCIENT SQUID AND A BIG TIRE.
The Deep Sea Octopus and the Drifting Tire
At the bottom of the deepest ocean, where sunlight has forgotten how to dance, lived an ancient octopus named Orecthaluvus. He had lived for thousands of years—so long that he had forgotten what loneliness felt like... until that day came.
One night, a great storm shook the world above. From the surface of the sea, a large tire was washed ashore—the remains of a giant ship's wheel that had long since sunk. It rolled around in the waves, breaking through the currents, until it finally sank slowly, falling in front of the Orecthaluvus coral reef.
At first, Orecthaluvus just stared at the round object suspiciously. “Is this a creature? Or is it a human artifact?” he thought, his tentacles curled warily. But something about that tire... strangely captivating. Its surface was shiny black, perfectly round, and every time the ocean current passed, the tire swayed gently as if dancing for him.
Day after day passed. Orecthaluvus began to draw closer. He told the tire about his past—about a time when the sea was still young, about fish that had become extinct, and about his loneliness that grew old along with the coral. The tire remained silent, but in that silence Orecthaluvus felt... heard.
Then came a strange moment. Orecthaluvus wrapped one of its tentacles around the tire—just out of curiosity, but its vibrations were gentle, like a heartbeat. In the darkness of the sea, amid the bubbles and whispers of the current, something grew: a feeling.
But their love was not easy. The sea creatures laughed at Orecthaluvus. “An old octopus in love with an inanimate object!” said the silver ghost shark. “Just wait, that tire will rust and sink even deeper!” exclaimed the red skull crab.
Orecthaluvus didn't care. He took the tire to the most beautiful place in the ocean, under the bioluminescent glow of jellyfish. There he promised: “Even though you don't speak, I know you understand. Because love doesn't always need words—just a form that I never want to let go of.”
One day, the ocean currents changed. An underwater storm came, sweeping everything away. The large tire rose to the surface, carried by the waves—separated from Orecthaluvus. The old octopus chased after it as far as he could, but the pressure of the ocean weakened his body. He could only stare upward, watching the silhouette of the tire slowly disappear, returning to the world of light.
Since that day, Orecthaluvus waited at the bottom of the sea, where they first met. He carved a large circle in the coral with his tentacles—the shape of a tire—so that the sea would not forget his love. Then he also assembled his own body with whatever materials he could find scattered on the deep sea floor, so that he could feel the presence of that large tire always near him.
And sometimes, when the big storm comes again, the current carries a faint sound from the surface: “I'm still rolling, Orecthaluvus.”
💙 A strange but eternal ending. Because even between an ancient sea creature and a tire — love can find its own form.
This drawing is made with ink on paper, using a pencil.




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