Did it stare back? It made a face like a digital cat stuck in a 404 page. But fear not, dear gazer, for the abyss is something of a practical joker, and it leaves quirky echoes, not ominous echoes.
As we peer, fingers trembling of the pixelated abyss, we discover something profoundly profound: It's mostly empty, like a well-stocked fridge at 3 AM staring back at a hungry soul.
Gazer: "Do you ever wonder why I exist?"
Abyss: "Why I, personally? Seems like a pretty good spot for nothing much happening, plus the digital echoes are delightful privacy echoes."