Conjure the endless depths of the the Abyss
Most would tell you the Abyss is a place. A hellish pit of infinite evil, tiered like a cursed wedding cake made by mad gods and flavored with demon blood. They say it has rules. That it has layers, each with a number, a name, and a despot. That you can chart it, map it, predict it. Fools, all of them.
Let me be clear: the Abyss is not what they say it is. It is not a plane. It is not a place. It is a wound in reality - a hemorrhaging of chaos so pure, so potent, that even the gods refuse to touch its true heart. The so-called "layers" are not floors in some grand infernal tower. They are coagulations of madness, tempests of malice that briefly stabilize long enough to earn a name. But even that is a lie. For each "layer" shifts. Changes. Breeds. Dies. And then is born again, fouler and stranger.
You do not understand the Abyss. You survive it.
I have walked where bone trees scream with mouths that shouldn't speak. I have seen cities devour themselves in rebellion against their architects. I have stood on the shores of oceans made of despair, and watched tides rise from the grief of forgotten gods. I tell you this - not for drama, but for warning: every step into the Abyss is a step into a new truth. And none of them will match the last.
Demon lords? They rule nothing. They carve a space, yes - but only briefly. The Abyss is not their kingdom - it is their captor, their parasite, their crucible. It allows their thrones to stand only long enough to bait the next fool into believing this realm can be ruled. It cannot. It will not. Not by mortals. Not by deities. Not even by time.
And worst of all? The Abyss wants you to come. It leaks into dreams, into cults, into the minds of mages convinced they've found "Layer 666" as if that number meant anything to infinity. It sends whispers to desperate mortals, and welcomes explorers like a hungry house welcomes meat. Every map drawn of it is obsolete before the ink dries.
So remember this: the Abyss is not to be known. It is to be endured. And those who claim otherwise are either mad, lying, or already lost to its embrace.
I leave you with one final truth:
The Abyss gazes not back. It doesn't care who you are. It only cares that you fall.