... This frantic abyss is the placenta of "nature", and probably also a grave. It is neither sea nor land, neither wind nor fire. Instead, the chaotic mixture of these elements generates atoms, thus inevitably causing constant strife and turmoil until the omnipotent Creator uses them as black materials to build a new world. At that time, the thoughtful devil stood on the shore of hell, gazed at the frenzied abyss for a while, and pondered the journey ahead.