Deeply into that Hadal ether. Floating well past what lens would gaze, what wish made upon a window sill. That longing, that lament, in places of silence, far away. Those fleeting thoughts, none still what this beating insides craves. It is restless. Heavenly forms lithe and writhing. The tingle of touch that ripples. The burst of suns. What lady upon glow of stardust. Heat, light, waves that crash through to other worlds. As deities would, open before the stars. As energy, limitless and indestructible. Undeniable, all through the night.
– Mitsuo Tanaka