Elasid Release The Kraken -

When she rises, the sea rearranges itself. Ripples cascade out like the pulse of a giant sleeping thing, and the water's surface becomes a mosaic of concentric questions. Foam blooms in unnatural geometries, and the moon—if it's visible at all—turns from coin to eye. Light behaves oddly near her; it bends, fractures, and sometimes seems to leak color that shouldn’t exist. Boats that sail through these waters come away smelling of iron and old books, as if the Kraken breathes memories into the air.