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It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking. The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced.