Romans & histoires Gaze Into The Abyss Quote

"I've tried Tessa; I'm not sure what's more exhausting, the darkness within me or Victoria." "Tessa," I started, staring directly into her eyes, "The darkness is coming... And I'm not sure if I will be able to escape it." I reverted my eyes into space. "I think... I'm seeing the abyss," my heart pounded faster. "And.... it's staring back at me, and I think the only way to freedom is to embrace the chaos—" My heart began to hammer rapidly in an unhealthy way. "I wouldn't let you destroy yourself!" Tessa roared out, and the next thing I felt was a stinging feeling of a piercing syringe before my eyes shut closed.

“And I don’t know if I want it gone.” Neither of them answers. The silence stretches long, heavy. I stare out at the abyss beyond the glass, but now—now I don’t feel quite so small staring into it. The abyss stares back, hungry, waiting. And for the first time, I think I might be hungry too.

"The only fucking one." ‘Yes!’ I think, my eyes staring coldly over his shoulder at the flashing red lights of the city below. ‘Trust me, depend on me, let me be the only thing standing between you and the abyss because darling, when I finally step aside, the fall will be magnificent.’ I think to myself.

I drove my staff into the black earth beside me. The weapon pierced deeply into the ground. My entire body hung suspended over endless darkness. Cold sweat instantly soaked my back. Below me… There was nothing. No rocks. No water. Not even darkness remained. It was just emptiness and pure void. A bottomless abyss stretching far beyond sight. Tiny streaks of silver lightning flashed deep below before disappearing into nothingness. My heart pounded violently against my chest. Had my reaction been even a second slower… I would already be gone. Only then did a name register inside my mind. The Valley of Broken Gravity.

Too late for the person I’ve become. I’m enjoying the sight up here. Alone, tempest, free. The moment I jump, no one will ever remember me. No Raina Joaquin will jog their memory. That’s the point of living in a lie. So for the last time, I took my breath and I finally jumped off. I felt the rushing cold wind against

Craning off the jagged edge of the chasm yielded nothing at all; the abyss was so dark and deep with thick fog obscuring any more visibility of its bottom. People say that abysses would stare right back at you when you're peering down its depths. It was exactly what everyone was feeling right now: that same giddying and nauseating sensation once one looked too long. Chu Xun projected his divine sense and his astral projection traveled down for more than ten thousand meters and still, he reached nowhere near the bottom. "Is the Queen really imprisoned here?" the Flaming Qilin burst out incredulously, "How on earth are we getting down? It's so bloody deep!"

I saw the ancient silver abyss, a very dreaded place, rumoured to be filled with rogues and vicious spirits. I knew I was risking my life as a part of me screamed to stop, to turn around and face whatever awaited me, but the weight of chains—both real and imagined—spurred me forward. But I don't know a more better option than this, and with one deep intake of hair, There’s no turning back I told myself as I jumped into the abyss. “Halt!! That's rogues territory, she's probably dead by now, let's head back”, one of them said and I heard them retreat.

One step in the wrong direction would plunge me into the abyss And, the exhaustion was making me feel as if ending this once and for all, would be worth it. I stared at the bubbling lava that had formed below as hellfire put the molten core of the planet on fire. Some drops splattered up and it sizzled on the ground. My blurry vision refocused on it and I stared at it, feeling hypnotized. “What are you doing? Don’t let it affect you” The Goddess screamed in my head but it was as if she was calling me from a faraway distance. I wanted nothing more than to take the plunge and seek peace and quiet.

What if I’m the one who breaks rhythm? Ian grunted, eyes widening as his reflection warped across a shattered mirror. Dozens of Ians grinned back—some triumphant, some broken, some bleeding out in alleys where his recklessness had finally caught up. *You’ll laugh until it kills you. You’ll throw yourself into the abyss because you think you can beat it, and the abyss will laugh last.* Vera trembled as the abyss bent into her, showing her city streets overgrown with silence, libraries burning to ash, friends’ faces dissolving into nothingness. *You were never enough to save them. You’re just the witness. The one who remembers failure.*

That was until he fell into the abyss and never re-surfaced. I still saw him now and then, down the high street sometimes, wearing layers of dirt-encrusted clothes to shield him from the cold, fingertips chewed right down to the bone. He lives in that abyss every single day and all that's left of him is a trail of bloodied fingerprints and soundless words coming from constantly-moving lips. And now, this was it. This was my abyss. The biggest fucking comedown I'd ever had. Like staring into the deepest chasm and knowing that once down there, I'd never be coming back out again.