In the depths of the ocean, where the last vestiges of sunlight barely reach, we find ourselves lost in an infinite expanse of nothingness. It is here that the abyssal scepter of existence pierces the heart of humanity, rendering our endeavors futile. For what is the purpose of striving, if not to be consumed by the abyss?
And so, we are left with the existential dread of being but a tiny, insignificant speck on the vast, dark canvas of the universe. Our accomplishments are but a flicker of candlelight in the darkness, soon to be extinguished by the crushing vastness of the unknown.
Yet, in this desolate landscape, we cling to our hopes and dreams, like a shipwreck's cargo hold on to the wreckage of its mast. It is here that we find the true meaning of our existence: a desperate attempt to stay afloat on the surface of the abyss, even as the undertow of reality pulls us down into the darkness.