When H. P. Lovecraft stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back. The sheer terror would haunt his every nightmare.

When H. R. Giger stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back. Giger started to slowly stroke himself through his pants until the abyss got uncomfortable and looked away.

When I stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back. I offered it headpats.