It turned into a serious endeavor several years ago when I started writing screenplays. Writing, at first, was a hobby that I loved dearly. When my avocation became my vocation I was set free. Else it would continue to spy on us in the small hours, continue to peer at the insignificant insects we are, and its heavy tread would make the bottom of the ocean tremble.
Indeed, I am certain a being of such magnitude would not allow itself to be glimpsed by terrestrial creature. I shall always repeat that it cannot have been anything else. What else could it have been? You know how clouds assume the most fantastic shapes. No, no, they must have been two aquamarine holes cut through the disappearing gloom in the east, and nothing more. Its eyes were skimming the countryside, just as a nightmarish prowler would peer over the ridge of a wall. In the distance, close to a horizon which it obliterated in its entirety, a formidable mask leered. I would like to think it was a threatening cloud, a wisp of smoke or fog, or a vestige of darkness. Merciful God in heaven, grant that I am mistaken, that what I thought I saw was but the product of my shattered nerves. At first, I kept my eyes tightly shut, but then I dared. A formidable face composed of black shadows and two eyes of liquid amber rose above the port side of the ship and gave us a terrifying look. In the crimson light, we saw three enormous tentacles, three times as high as the mainmast, hideously writhing in the air. In less than a second its immense bulk had hidden the undersea city from us it was as though a flood of ink had instantaneously spread around us. One of those beings was rising toward us with astounding speed. 'Get back!' Jellewyn shouted, pulling me violently by the belt.
We could see a swarming crowd of amorphous beings engaged in some sort of feverish and infernal activity. We appeared to be flying over a furiously busy city at an incredible height. At an enormous depth, we saw great dark masses with unreal shapes: there were manors with immense towers, gigantic domes, horribly straight streets lined with frenzied houses. The water had become as transparent as glass. It was as though we were on a boat in the Drury Lane Theatre, lighted by an invisible row of flares. The bottom of the sea was aflame with a vast bloody glow that spread beneath the schooner the light slid under the keel and illuminated the sails and rigging from below.
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