Its everywhere. Every crack, each crevice. On the top, of every precipice. Face, devoid of emotion, Voice, of inflection.

A formless, shapeless menace, A product of our creation. Nibbling, gnawing on our sanity, Marching us to extinction. Inevitably, the abyss approaches, and still we proceed. The warnings of the few, we do not heed. Still, still, we relentlessly keep walking Little knowing, this action, imposed on us, by this unseen Thing. It waits ahead of us, while shoving from behind, Moving in, pressing, from every direction, Overwhelming, Suffocating, Smothering. Destroying.