Oblivion Cellars

Below the thunders of the upper deep; far far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kracken sleepeth; faintest sunlights flee. And far away into the sickly light, there hath he lain for ages, and will lie battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, until the latter fire shall heat the deep; the once by man and angels to be seen, in roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. – Alfred Tennyson, The Kraken