Once upon a time I was a child. And once upon a time this book and this paper were but a thought in a head and a tree in the wood.
Madness string 1655
How do we even know that shit isn't still around? Lurking? Evolving? We don't. We don't know shit about shit down there. The ocean is a primeval hellscape nightmare and we all just dip our stupid fragile unprotected fetus bodies around the edges of it like that's normal. Fuck the ocean.