Born in a tiny hole under a large rock. One of ten thousand eggs. Clean up nice once sucked off by my mom.
Watch while you’re shown.
Propped atop eggs like a deep-sea hen, she strokes & blows us all until her final days when she quits eating, atrophies. Optic gland secretions speed along an eco-terroristic death spiral, wrenching off segments of chemical cues, sampling the wasted tips of her six arms & two legs.
Watch she wastes.
Post fertilization you’ll get to watch your self bang your head against the sides of your tank’s reflection.