[ Fine, fine. He does eventually reach out to grab the bottle by the neck, turning it in his fingers to watch the light play off the glass again. ]

I assume you're familiar with what an octopus looks like. Picture that, but instead of flesh, it's carved out of space itself, all stars and darkness. It swallows light and somehow gives it off at the same time. Now, make it impossibly large, big enough to swallow an entire world if it wanted.

And there you have it, my patron, whose name I will not bother to try to pronounce. There are far too many consonants far too close together.