it isn't a particularly strong drum beat, but when dreaming, the heart of the Leviathan always sounds, regular, forever. all the oceans in the underworld, guinee & styx, strain at the Beast's bulk. every dream is a dip below the horizon's negative, into the black, into the water. i can't think of a more apt description for sleep: treading on dark water, occasionally blinded by spotlights shone from above. fallen into silence, sucked under by irresistible currents, watched by cruel stars.