Once Sapphique came to the end of a tunnel and looked down on a vast hall. Its floor was a poisoned pool of venom. Corrosive streams rose from it. Across the darkness stretched a taught wire, and on the far side a doorway was visible, with light beyond it. The inmates of the Wing tried to dissuade him.
“Many have fallen,” they said. “Their bones rot in the black lake. Why should you be any different?”
He answered,”Because I have dreams, and in those dreams I see the stars.”
~Catherine Fisher, Incarceron (2007)