“I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I know, a bit pretentious, but I’ve been thinking about that quote ever since I read it. I’ve always liked the idea that the reality that we dwell on is just a tiny piece on the universe and just below it there’s something dark and magnificent—Something Completely alien to our understanding of reality.

Any tips, tricks and critiques are greatly appreciated.