Time passes, and the fire still roars from the void. Except now the molten blood of the earth has cooled and coagulated like a giant scab on the ocean's floor, forming a magnificent black mountain.
At its peak, fire, light, and bubbles still perform their eternal dance. Fissures and vents, stretch marks on the outer shell of the continually inflating mountain, pop in and out of existence.
A kaleidoscope of iridescent pits and lines, manifesting through eons.
...to be continued...