There exist a place where every little thought in one's head and every feeling of hopelessness, and anguish, and loneliness lie quietly on the vast hadal trenches. An invisible motion rustles each whisper in a haunting dance—some voices would slowly reach the surface while others sink further down. In this cold and isolating experience, any tranquil presence may as well be the siren call of many a drained soul who, feeling trapped and powerless, desperately seek the solace and warmth their reality fails to provide for them. This is the last region unfortunate travelers are allowed to cross before permanently losing their own identity.