AnomalyParadox
"The crests of the crimson sea crackled down upon the contours of the shore,
That moment they came crawling from that priestly jaw,
With their tentacles hlopping away from the floor
as the crusty old dough fell from the tinned rim lined thinly with blinkers.
These were them, though we knew not what that moment: The Pastrachai;
Here to mend our mouldy minds."