Ocatelyska

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You examine the Ocatelyska through your clear glass lens of analysis:

This is an undulating, irregular shape of white ectoplasm that pulses in erratic, flowing patterns.  You recognize this as a pathoneiron, a horrid sort of 
energy being composed out of nightmare-stuff and planar energies.  Supposedly composed of a large colony of autonomously-coordinated oneirohetoi, it is said
to be animated by base concepts and emotions such as terror or agony.  It undulates and seethes in a hideous manner.  A powerful aura of nauseating turmoil
emanates from it.  This is the Ocatelyska, the amalgamated remnants of a group of mages who attempted to open a portal to the plane of dreams.  Overwhelmed by
the power of the energies they unleashed, the mages were subsumed into a physical nightmare that now understands only pain and terror.  It appears to be
composed of a deep, utter blackness, a wavering iridescence, an intense, vibrant, pulsing chaotic glow, an intense, vibrant sparkling light, an intense,
vibrant starry radiance, and an intense, surging radiance.  Its movements are fairly quick.  It is giving off light.  
It looks about nineteen and a half dimins across.  
It is slightly hurt.  
After a moment, the knowledge that the Ocatelyska is composed of sixty-four percent ectoplasm, seven percent flow, seven percent negamar, seven percent
pneumax, seven percent vivarae, seven percent xomaras, less than one percent oneirax, and less than one percent oneirae and possesses two nipples, two lungs,
a trachea, an esophagus, a stomach, a thyroid gland, a thymus gland, a pancreas, a spleen, a gall bladder, a liver, a large intestine, an appendix, a small
intestine, two kidneys, two adrenal glands, a bladder, a prostate gland, a colon, a rectum, and an anus drifts into your mind like a long-forgotten memory.
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