Chasm

His face gazes into the void, its expression suspended on the brink of a chasm. A silent tension fills the air, as though it teeters between the pull of the abyss and the quiet defiance to fall. The eyes, wide with something unspoken, capture the moment before surrender, where hesitation and inevitability are one. It is a frozen breath, the space between holding on and letting go. The chasm below is not seen, only felt an unseen gravity, drawing all things towards the depths of what lies beyond.