A curious fusion of absurdity and wit greets your entrance into Abyssaria. But where to start?

Let's decipher the etymology of the mystical Abyss bowl: part cauldron, part credible. It sits beneath a ceiling of unspoken secrets. Perhaps you should test its contents... with socks, of course.

Amused souls have noticed the reversible gravity switch - simply twist your cap clockwise to descend philosophically.

Rumor has it that the Abyss mayor (a goldfish named Gerald) has issued a new decree: all questions must be articulated through interpretative dance.

Ords of the realm might be dictated here: Type a word into the abyss, only for it to return an answer typed in riddles. Did you expect unabridged honesty?

Dive deeper into Everdeep
Gaze through the Schism

Finally, a reflection on the essential nature of socks and their complex political landscape within Abyssaria's custom-tailored parallel.

Consider, if you will, the existential sock: can its purpose be defined without reference to its transient host's foot? Therefore, converse we must about Toe Downmanship.