Growing old is a bitch. It’s the waking up. You wake up in parts, never jumping out of bed with all systems go. It’s more like a pull-start motor, including the noxious fumes. Yes, going to bed is also known as “retiring”, not a good comparison for the dying

While Captain Ferris muses the idea of age, his ship, Albatross x, sits stationary in the cyan clouds over the awakening planet.

Once shrouded in a thick orbiting wall of ice and frozen gasses, the planet’s covers were ripped away by the impact of a large meteor; a splash of ice water thrown upon the unconscious. Kraken awoke.

Kraken is no child, it’s an ancient God, chained to the darkest place ever encountered. Now its suns warm its thick skin, scaly and split dry. Kraken’s seas and oceans, its blood, thaw to life and pump up rivers and lakes.

Kraken’s icecaps, the size of moons, groan and splinter, like arthritic bone. Kraken, larger than a thousand earths, stirs. Question is, will this be a nightmare or a dream come true.