He stood on a platform of polished obsidian, no larger than a dinner table. Beyond its edge, the chasm opened into a cavern so vast that his lantern light didn’t even reach the walls. He might have been standing on a single grain of sand in the middle of an ocean of darkness.
By the fifth hour, the air had grown thick and warm, like breath. The staircase narrowed until his shoulders scraped the walls on either side. The green flame of his lantern cast shadows that moved independently of the light source—they scurried ahead of him, as if eager to reach the bottom first. Deepanalabyss
If you want me to write the next part—what Kaelen sees in the mirror, the “use” the abyss has for him, or a completely different version of the story (horror, epic fantasy, psychological thriller, cosmic weird fiction)—just let me know. I can also adjust the tone, length, or level of detail. He stood on a platform of polished obsidian,
Kaelen stepped onto the first stair. It creaked but held. By the fifth hour, the air had grown