Terror made me cruel… Pain made me what I am.

To my comrade,

It is only true to say that the true horror in which one can fathom is not the monster that lives in the abyss, but rather, the abyss itself.

The abyss hold secrets that I… we desire to know. So much that it drives us in maddening sanity. It turn us into blind monsters, the abyss, it turn us into a blind heroes who venture into the darkness of the abyss to find what we want to find.

…as such is the folly of all who gaze into the abyss.  

It is only right to say now that we… I who gaze the abyss must face the glare of the abyss itself.

My friend, I believe that you would regard my words as nothing more of an artistry of imagination of the incoming predicament we must face.

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It is not as you think my brother; believe my words when I say that the abyss… the darkness… the uncertainty… are us. The unknown we all fear to know but still ventures to go is the inner darkness and uncertainty will all try to understand, the abyss, is ourselves.

So fear not my love for we all hold the light in our heart. In the darkness of ourselves we find the lights that make us who we are. We find the certainty in the unknown abyss. For the lights in our darkness burns too bright for this world.

To all my brethren who fears what one must fear, stand proud and unnerving, in front of your abyss you face yourselves whom just like you, 

tells a story deeper than the sea.