"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." -- ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ ๐ ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐พ๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ฃ