At the twelfth hour, the staircase ended.
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. Deepanalabyss
And Kaelen looked. To be continued?
At the exact moment the moon’s edge darkened, a staircase unfolded from the far wall of the chasm. Not stone. Not wood. It looked like fossilized cartilage, each step fused to the next by what might have been dried sinew. It descended at a steep angle, spiraling into the throat of the world. At the twelfth hour, the staircase ended
said the abyss. “Tell me what you see.” Not black—black was a color, a velvet curtain
“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.”