The executioner stands motionless at the edge of the abyss as watery tentacles grasp at him. The vast chasm traps its prey. Thick, oozing liquid strikes the shore screaming, “No way out, no way out, no way out.” The moon moves from behind the clouds painting a grotesque picture on the black canvas. Ghostly figures dance about in the upward curling mist. Inky darkness taunts him. The depths of the abyss call for the surrender of his tortured soul. Indistinguishable figures contemptuously surround the perimeter. Oppressive air rising from the liquid void reeks of excrement. The approaching captors signify the continuation of his nightmare.
