Lady Octopus - Paddle Frogs (Old-School)

Lady Octopus Skateboard Deck:

Old School - 10.25 x 30 Inches 
Medium Concave Pro Deck 

Finding solace and reflection by the lake.

Lady Octopus and the Still Waters

Lady Octopus sat in quiet contemplation on the age-worn rocks bordering Center Hill Lake, her graceful arms extending towards the tranquil surface. The setting sun painted the water in hues of fiery orange and soft rose, mirroring the thoughtful stillness in her many eyes. The air hummed with a quiet anticipation, a sense of reflection on journeys past and those yet to come.

Balanced Bennie approached, the Lady Octopus Skateboard Deck held carefully in his bony grasp. He presented it to her with a gentle reverence. “This board,” he began, his voice soft against the lapping water, “has been a silent witness to so much. It has known the rough grit of the city and the yielding softness of forest paths. But it feels… right here, doesn’t it? Where your story began.”

Lady Octopus’s tentacles curled gently around the deck as she accepted it. Her gaze traced the swirling colors and intricate patterns of her own likeness, a familiar map of her experiences. “You speak truly, Bennie,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “This isn’t just wood and wheels. It carries the weight of choices made, currents navigated, and the unwavering pursuit of the Divine Escape.”

She placed the board on the mossy ground and, with a fluid grace, stood upon it. The old-school shape felt familiar beneath her stance as she pushed off gently, the wheels whispering against the uneven surface before finding purchase on the smoother path encircling the lake. Her movements were deliberate, each push a conscious step, a steady rhythm against the twilight. The board seemed an extension of her will, its vibrant graphic glowing softly in the fading light, a beacon of her unique spirit.

Bennie walked alongside her, his skeletal presence a comforting familiarity. “You’ve always been our anchor, Lady Octopus,” he observed quietly. “This board… it reflects that. Enduring, adaptable, with depths we are still discovering.”

As they rounded a bend, the lake opened into a vast, still expanse, reflecting the first hesitant stars in its dark mirror. Lady Octopus brought the board to a gentle halt, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

“It was here,” she said, her voice barely a whisper carried on the evening breeze, “that the vision of the Divine Escape first took root within me. Not as a treasure to be claimed, but as a promise to be kept. A promise to persevere, to seek understanding even when the way ahead is shrouded in mist and doubt.”

Bennie placed a comforting hand on one of her tentacles. “And you have held fast to that promise. This board is a testament to that unwavering spirit. A reminder of the waters we’ve navigated and the vast ocean of possibilities that still stretches before us.”

Together, they stood in the quiet stillness, the Lady Octopus Skateboard Deck resting between them, its vibrant image a silent testament to their shared journey. It was more than a mode of transport; it was a symbol of their enduring hope and the uncharted depths they were willing to explore.

For Lady Octopus, the ride was not an escape, but a deep dive into the very essence of their quest. And with the Lady Octopus Skateboard Deck beneath her, she carried the wisdom of the depths within her stride.

Subtly echo "He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake." Psalm 23