The men spread out across the beach, directing their daughters to the edge of the tide line. Before them, dark shapes rise from receding waves--cobblestone roads slick with foam, low houses clustered like rotting mushrooms, and beyond... The sandy ridge breaks off and free-falls into the rift. Sadie spies chimney stacks peeking up from the depths, bioluminescent smoke coiling in the air, freed of the weight of water. Soft movements appear, as flippers and webbed feet emerge from gaping doors. More employees of her father, ready to greet them all.
From Subterranean #6.