"Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos. From the beginning it was never anything but chaos: it was a fluid which enveloped me, which I breathed in through the gills. In the substrata, where the moon shone steady and opaque, it was smooth and fecundating; above it was a jangle and a discord." -- 𝗛𝗲𝗻𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣