... This abyss of madness
It's a "natural" placenta, and I'm afraid it's also a tomb.
Neither sea nor earth nor wind
Not made of fire, but of these elements
Atoms are created from chaos,
Therefore, there will inevitably be constant disputes and wars
Until the Almighty Creator takes them
Use black materials to build a new world.
Then the thoughtful devil stood
On the shores of hell, towards the wild abyss
Watched for a while, thinking about the voyage ahead.
——John Milton, "Paradise Lost" Volume 2
She looked back, and saw that black figure still standing alone in front of the tombstones, like a ghost confused by the night.
His eyes were frozen, with countless turbulent undercurrents flowing in their depths.
Like the fire in the ice tear stone.
Intention: truth, cruelty
