They called him top hat, monocle, even the professor. He was the most respected of the fish. But... Was he a fish? Or a chicken wing?

Upon closer inspection, the ventricle blockage turned out to be a beautiful flower.

Sideways eyes. No mouth.

A worn-down strip of road, as viewed from great altitude.

The sombrero is dead, but its ghost remains.

Close up profile shot of the royal purple yellow striped eye beast.