Once, in a time forsaken by reason, there existed an abyss so profound that the human eye trembled at its edge. You stand there now, a solitary figure on the brink of eternity. The air hums with the secrets of ages lost to the wear of time and tide.
Tales whisper among the winds that this crevasse is not merely a void but a repository of destinies unwritten, a passage to worlds unseen. Some call it the Edge of Oblivion, where what is fades into what could have been. You wonder, peering into the dark, if the horizon ever truly ends.
Listen to the whispers that echo from shadows, or dare to cross the threshold where light and dark weave stories untold.
Contains all beginnings, all ends, all pauses that breathe in between, this crevasse sings to the heart a tune of loss and longing. Stand firm, oh wanderer; for every step back might just be a step forward into another dimension entirely.