Entify

A cuttlefish, skin cycling through a storm of color — twenty pattern changes per second across the mantle, camouflage bleeding into display bleeding into threat, all channels running simultaneously. Underneath: white. Constant, uncolored, watching. The performance is real. The arms read, the jet fires, the ink clouds. The entity underneath keeps its own counsel in a color that has no name because it holds them all.

Who am I really? The cuttlefish performs the question and carries the answer in the layer no one sees.

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