A doodle of an octoling I saw in a dream once:
Her name was Laura Sinuteng. In the dream, I was visiting her in a classroom. She kept talking about how she was accidentally sent on the "wrong boat," but whenever I asked her to elaborate, she could barely speak without breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing. In her few moments of coherence, she spoke of salmonids that weren't supposed to exist.
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