Abyss

 

                                                  Abyss

Slowly, like a petal releasing itself from its own destiny, I sink into the depths of the vast ocean within me.
The light — once the guardian of my steps — dissolves like an ancient echo, leaving the world wrapped in a veil of liquid shadows.
I try to rise, to break through the invisible weight that binds me, to weave strength where there is only silence.
But I remain suspended, between longing and infinity.

Time stretches, malleable, as if pouring out of itself.
Thoughts, fragile as broken wings, scatter in directions I cannot understand.

I descend.
I unravel.
I am welcomed by the primordial womb of the sea — a hidden temple where ancestral mysteries move like living constellations.
Something approaches. Not with haste, nor with fear — but with the serenity of a presence forgotten for ages.
And then, I awaken.

I stand at the edge of the world, between earth and sea, as if an ancient guardian had left me there, renewed and still wrapped in the breath of the unknown.
I rise, unsteady, intoxicated by a force I cannot name.
The softness of that other realm still dances upon my skin like a murmur that refuses to depart.

The moonlight, eternal accomplice, beckons with a silent power.
I feel myself pulled forward — by a deep, ancestral force — toward a living, pulsating forest whispering promises of revelation.

I walk, guided by a sweet enigma, until the world opens into an endless abyss.
And I yield — not out of impulse, but by calling.
I throw myself forward as one who trusts the invisible wisdom of the forces that rule the cosmos.

The sensations rise, ancient as the universe’s first sound.
An embrace made of light and mystery surrounds me.
My doubts dissolve like mist in the newborn sun.

I surrender completely to the abyss —not as a fall,but as a return.

The abyss that calls my name…and reveals what I have always been.