You look up at the sky and squeeze your eyes tight for a wish. Not fame, nor fortune, dreaming for change; you spot bathysidus. Suddenly you realize the horizon you see is not. Youβre plenty deep, hundreds of meters, you cannot see the top. You claw and thrash at water, your energy depletes, Until a monstrous wave rolls in, and shoves you towards the beach. The sun has started rising, and the moon suddenly feels far, but not without time for you to pray to the lonesome northern star.