Getting warmer in here?

The sharp things that wait

Dark vastness,

Here in the abyssal

Where escape is fraught.

But life adapts ,

To these crushing depths:

We look carefully, turn the light

Adapt the visor, there.

We can now see it all ,

The tube warms,

And albino crabs,

And fish, that know no light,

Feeding on the heat that comes out,

There, can't you see it, the

Blackened water, belching

From unknown layers.

And... What's this?!

A little boy? Playing with the vents.

No. That can't be true.

Check the instruments.

He comes over, the child,

But my, oh god.

Do his red eyes Pierce...