"Echoes of the Abyss"

The curtain never falls here. There are no ferocious monsters, no splashing blood, and no hysterical screams. Those are too straightforward and superficial. There is only a stage, only lights, a script that can never be turned to the last page and a gentle and cursed reminder engraved on the back of the ticket, please pay the ticket price with your soul. They call it the Theater of the Abyss The actors walked in with their own lives and played themselves in the joys and sorrows of others. The rules are as simple as cruel. After you finish your play, you will take away your reward - the right to live, or the right to forget. But the real rules lie behind the curtain: Every grand performance requires the resonance of a pair of souls. There is always only one line in the script for the final act: "Please choose who will take the curtain call." Some people give up their choice to fate, and some people give up their choice to love, until the third pair of actors take the stage. One who believes that reason can calculate everything, including survival A man who believes that intuition can transcend everything, including death They finished all the scripts and solved all the mysteries, but in the end they discovered that the deepest riddle was written in each other's eyes. When the lights came on for the last time, the applause turned into silent stares They must answer-- Is it to obey the plot of the script, or is it the madness of rewriting the ending? Should we embrace momentary symbiosis, or bet on eternity as a solo? Welcome to Echoes of the Abyss Please be quiet, the curtain is rising, the show is about to begin ----Your heartbeat is already a narration Intention: Use reason to pave the way, use sensibility to light the lamp, and play the echo of love at the end of the abyss.