THE ABYSS

Days of repetitive life had exhausted Viclore to a point where he'd suddenly enter a dark chapter of life on a day where all he attempted to do was a walk in a park. It had been dubbed The Abyss, a place of reflection where an entity of looming death draws near toward every mistake to recovery, spirals upward and downward on a specific time of 11:43. Oceans reflected on well being, creatures of problems attempting to sabotage a man who tries at unwilling survival. How much suffering does one man have to go through just to spiral upward and never back down to a point of death's home?

Thank you for everything, Isaiah.