Below is the beginning of a long story titled If you’d like me to continue it or pivot genres (sci-fi, horror, romance, etc.), just say so. Deepanalabyss Part One: The Call from Below Kaelen had always dreamed in shades of absence. Not black—black was a color, a velvet curtain behind which things could hide. No, his dreams were the shape of missing things: the negative space where a memory should have been, the cold echo of a voice never spoken, the geometry of a hole in the world.

“You left the stove on.” “Your mother’s last word was your name, but you weren’t listening.” “The mule you rode here—you forgot to tie it. It’s already fallen in.”

said the abyss. “Tell me what you see.”