There are corners in life when we are asked to meet ourselves in the dark. Not necessarily as punishment, but more of an invitation. Abyss was born from that meeting. It came from standing still inside everything I couldn’t name and realizing that the calm, too, has a language.
It feels like a mirror. It shows us what we’ve hidden, what we’ve forgotten, and what still craves for light. It gathers the parts of us that no one applauds. The waiting, the yearning, the endless attempt to understand what it means to stay. Even when it feels like we are swallowed by uncertainty, we are still unfolding, still forming, taking shape inside the chaos.
