A vast plutonian deep, devoid of light. A tremendous weight is crushing my lungs. Swallowing the brine, I reflect and realize: Love... Your friends die laughing. Fettered, no doubt, by my own actions. The anglerfish are noble, they provide me with light. They said if I believe my dreams could come true, but my dreams are nightmares now that they're still of you. Perhaps you'll hear my words from the deep, Uttered to convey this meaning: Dear Eva, I need you like I need the water I breathe.