With its eight arms, each with its own brain, three hearts, camouflaging skin, incredible intelligence, highly developed but emotional eyes, the fact that it existed before even the first dinosaurs, and the ancient fascination with it that is reflected in all of this, how could it possibly seem like anything other than a fantasy novel?
Octopuses continue to fascinate people since they were discovered. In addition to the amazing features they have and do not hesitate to show to people, they also have many mysterious sides that they do not want to show.
There is a fascinating mystery in its seemingly endless complex structure, like the most mysterious treasure of the magnificent oceans.
But this is a world where narcissistic, selfish and cruel people rule.
People cannot even stand the most intelligent and magnificent creature from another world. They slaughter and eat it as if they are belittling it and showing their power. As usual, they are destroying what is precious.
Nobody understands octopuses.
Fantasy literature is infinity. You can't fit it in any container and you can never limit it. It is a complete mystery and a fascinating universe full of wonders. Sometimes we need fantasy to survive in the darkness of this cruel and merciless age. Sometimes we want to escape from the chaos of our own inner world and take a breath of fresh air. Sometimes it's just fun.
It seems that, first of all, fantastic has been presented to us as the exact opposite of logic since the beginning. Everything that exists in fantasy is nothing but fantasy and dreams. It can also be the product of the imagination of a soul that is disconnected from logic or that is drifting around like an autumn leaf in a state of ignorance. Fantasy is everything that violates the perceived “reality”.
When we question the origin of the word fantasy, we see that it has different meanings from the Middle Ages to the present: Ghost, ghoul, empty dreams and fantasies, unreal images, fairy tales...
It seems that, first of all, fantastic has been presented to us as the exact opposite of logic since the beginning. Everything that exists in fantasy is nothing but fantasy and dreams. It can also be the product of the imagination of a soul that is disconnected from logic or that is drifting around like an autumn leaf in a state of ignorance. Fantasy is everything that violates the perceived “reality”.
According to whom and according to what?
Fantasy is literally the brain of truth with its content and offerings. Just like an octopus with eight arms and each with its own brain, fantasy literature is the most mysterious branch of the ancient literature tree that extends to infinity. Just as alizarin, burgundy, violet, saffron, emerald, amber and thousands of colors silently glide through the magical texture of space extending to infinity and grace a pitch-black nothingness, it also graces literature.
This genre, which will continue from the past to the present and from the present to the future, is already putting its finger on the mysterious adventure of man in creation. The universe, human beings, life, planets and all living things are in the middle of life, solidly and securely, like fantasy fiction characters and backgrounds that feed the story. From that adventure to this drama, from the comedy of the past to the science fiction of the future, they always appear before us like Tardigrades that breathe without losing their fluidity.
As science fiction author Sadık Yemni said, "Fantasy literature is the echoes of what is happening all around the universe appearing in our brains as inspiration."
