It happened last summer, on one of the first days in August. The night was too hot for sleeping, and I was too tired to do anything else but sleep. That's why I found myself in some place between dream and reality, sometime after midnight.
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Quite unexpectedly, a hole appeared right in the middle of the ceiling in my room. It was a neat, fairly small hole, about twenty centimeters wide. As far as I could see, there was only an immense, and very dense, resin-like darkness on the other side, not the room on the upper floor, a room eerily similar to the one I was in.
Soon, two slender tentacles made their way from the darkness into my room. They were weird, probably of alien origin in a Lovecraftian sense of the extraterrestrial, but strangely non-threatening for such an odd, mysterious thing.
I couldn't tell the size or shape of the thing those tentacles belonged to, but it was clear that it was able to produce or channel the most beautiful music I had ever heard.
It sounded a bit like what whales are singing, but sprinkled with electronic sounds and audible sparks resembling the most creative instrumental noodlings from the prog-rock classic golden years.
I still don't know whether it was a very talented organism or some advanced organic machinery producing the long cosmic song.
I tried to photograph the thing, but due to its nonmaterial or interdimensional nature, the camera captured only the white ceiling and a few cobweb threads.
The only way to illustrate this post was to draw a simple litlle illustration that shows the tentacles sprouting from the ceiling.
AND THAT'S IT. AS ALWAYS HERE ON HIVE, THE PHOTOGRAPH AND A FEW SIMPLE DRAWINGS TURNED INTO AN ANIMATED GIF ARE MY WORK.