As we journey through the desolate wasteland of the soul, we come face to face with the abyssal void within. The void that gapes open, a maw of despair and desperation, beckons us to take a step forward, to peer into the chasm that separates us from the abyss.
The abyssal creatures lurk, their eyes glowing like lanterns of malevolent intent, as they whisper sweet nothings of hope and despair into the ears of the lost and the lonely. They promise us the world, but deliver only dust and ash.
But we press on, driven by the will to suffer, to find the meaning in the meaningless, to grasp the fleeting nature of existence.