Halfway between warmth and the loneliness that lacks a home, there lives in chosen orbit a leviathan Squid. Squirming calmly, it pulls as gently as it can at the planet below it. Grey and white and pale portraits of every colour and description crawl across its skin, as it lurks within its cold stone and metal shell, varying only in the fundamental division of black and white- day and night- eternally. The Squid that strokes the Earth creates a conversation through the most fundamental particles of law and madness, sculpting the dreams of those who live below any number of moons.