" Sometimes, in my dreams, I see that enormous pit, surrounded, as it is, on all sides by wild trees and bushes. And the noise of the water rises upwards, and blends—in my sleep—with other and lower noises; while, over all, hangs the eternal shroud of spray. "

― William Hope Hodgson , The Collected Fiction, Vol. 2: The House on the Borderland and Other Mysterious Places