​​"In darkness reminiscent of the lowest points of the ocean,

Something thick enveloping every bone, making movement and breathing difficult.

Every glowing spot could be a trap or your own tail.

The line blurs between a lip kiss and gaping jaws.

A forging fight is an act of love while a hug leaves behind only longing for warmth.

Only corals that have been stepped on can grow in the depths of the tar."​

Itamar Jr. Azulay