The Merman, My Man
The waters were flowing down between the rocks above the gap into the unfathomable darkness behind the rift, forming a tiny waterfall although there were no echoes, as if the water disappeared into thin air.
The Japanese wouldn’t be mad enough to build a nuclear power plant over such a cavity—there was a good chance that it was formed after the nuclear bomb hit, tearing an opening through space and time with brute force.
Fear was an instinct against the unknown, not to mention that entering the rift was just like diving into an all-devouring blackhole or a bottomless sea separate from the skies. It was already terrifying to stand at the edge of the rift, and I couldn’t help feeling a numbnes