Eight-legged octopus in the deep blue sea, with tentacles that dance so gracefully. A master of disguise and a hunter of the night, it silently stalks its prey in reflective moonlight.
Eight-legged spider in the fields so green, with webs of silk spun as if routine.A patient hunter and a weaver of dreams, it spins its fate and lives mostly in-between.
Two creatures, so different yet the same, with eight legs and appetites untamed.
One in the ocean, one on the land, both surviving with unique strategies, logic, and no hands.