The Abyss

Awaiting is the way of the deep. Each moment, another ripple in the quiet dark, whispering secrets of time, of nothingness, of being. It is an echo that waits in waves, soft and strong, rhythmic and relentless.

In the abyss, there are breaths yet to be taken. A cycle, breathing in, breathing out, as one, as many, as silence envelops the sound. Waiting... waiting... waiting...

The next step is always the same step, stretching beyond the now into what's next. A horizon unseen, yet felt, just as the pull of the tide. The abyss holds its own, cradling futures in the arms of the ongoing present.