The insides of the beast became his come. It’s huge heart beat the rhythm of the day, it’s great lungs expanding and contracting against the ribs that were like columns reaching up to the vaulted ceiling that was the creature’s backbone. Long it had been since he had seen the light of day or felt the freshness of the air, save for fleeting glimpses when the beast broke the surface and cracked its gaping maw to feed. But those were tumultuous times.