Today is all we've got
A moment here then not
And if tomorrow never comes
I'll be standing with the one I love.
—Jeremy Messersmith, Tomorrow
Let this hell be our heaven.
— Chris, What Dreams May Come
Fuchsia: Did you really come down [to hell] to save me?
Criminy: Yes. Well, no. Not to save you. [panel] ...Just to be with you.
Dorukan: Lirian? Can you hear me?
Lirian: Dory? Dory is that you?
Dorukan: Yes, my love. I've failed. It looks as if I am to share your prison forever now...
Lirian: No, no... Not a prison anymore.
—The Order of the Stick prequel comic, Start of Darkness
Liz Sherman: In the dark, I heard your voice. What did you say?
Hellboy: I said, "Hey, you, on the other side - let her go. Because for her... For her I will cross over. And then you'll be sorry."
There are no maps of this place because it writhes out from under itself, thermal vents spewing and kicking and sliding. There are no legends or lore of the fish here, monstrous armored things that sometimes surface through sopor, because they are bigger and stronger and speedier than any troll who would seek them. And those were rare because under the waves and in the stars, there were more important things less bleak and breaking along the surface.
Itís a horrible place, hot and cold and endless pressure squeezing in so hard it cracks ribs with a careless breath óa mistake you make every time, forgetting whatís already automaticó and itís so dark. Dark enough, if you turn too quickly, or donít mind your bearings, youíll lose the path back to the sky. Horrible.