Out of perpetual darkness it loomed, writhing towards me, filling my nostrils with the most grotesque, rotting, fetid, unbearable stench that has ever invaded my vicinity. Never can I hope to purvey the terror it induced. The thing had a colossal jellyfish-like outline, however the details were more horrible than any sane man can truly describe. On occasions I wonder if I am still sane. A disgusting fusion of insect, cephalopod, jellyfish, and… Something else, it moved via an eldritch mixture of an undulation and a pace.

	This is the simplest way to depict it's horrible movements, though a more accurate way is as follows: It had two rows of tentacles around it's body, which it used as supports. The outermost row was made up mostly of many segmented, centipede-like tentacles. While you could see each individual segment seperately, there was no definite change of width in between. Every three or so tentacles marked a separate kind of squalors tentacle. In between their fleshy scales secreted a peculiar black ichors, possibly used as lubrication. On the inner row of tentacles were no variations, as all of them seemed to be long greyish jellyfish tentacles that, instead of tapering, broadened to spades. As for locomotion, it employed a strange and eerie technique. The outer layer generally moved clockwise, each tentacle undulating seperately, which moved it to it's right, the inner working vice versa. To go in one direction it moved both layers the same direction, and to slow and stop it moved them in opposite directions.

	What I first took to be head was the mantle. It was composed of a grotesque, dark grey, rugose sack, covered in semitransparent feelers. Out of the sack came the horrible tentacles, and in between them, what I discovered to be the most horrible part.

	The actual head was what lurked in the heart of the tentacles. As the tentacles parted, I could make out an ominous and foreboding hole, dripping with a curious green fluid. As horrible as this was, it was not the head. As the creature became fully awake, a light tan... Thing emerged. It was a long, grub-like stalk, which had a (and I am truly incapable of describing the grotesqueness of this beast) sort of mouth. But not a mouth like anything of Earth. It was more terrible than the most horrid, vile,  disgusting monster conceivable in our most disturbing nightmares. It was a sort of gaping hole, surrounded by comb-like bristles, which push in and out of its mouth (which bristled with razor-sharp teeth), as if chewing mindlessly. At intervals three bladed tongs darted out as if tasting the air for the hint of human flesh. It had no eyes, and it salivate the same green fluid I had seen dripping out of the hole. As each drop hit the ground it vaporized, leaving a verdigris-like residue.