...'thump'...'thump'...'thump'...

The sound of small steps resonated through the walls of the art exhibit. The lights has seem to stop working.

No.

Not even a flicker of a light-bulb seem to appear. Not even a small beam of light seem to shine down from the dull windows. The windows which were already dark and gloomy.

A girl with beautiful brown hair and piercingly interesting crimson eyes explored the once, lively museum, which was now hollow, dark, and lonely.

...'thump'...'thump'...'thump'...

Her footsteps echoed through the dark, her eyes brimmed with wonder. Where was everyone? What should she do?

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Well, the best answer to this was to explore the grounds...Even if the atmosphere was eerie. By far...it almost seem that the whole canvases displayed here was coming to life:

Eyes of a Woman in Red seem to follow the little girl with her red eyes. A fruit recently fell of from the frame. Woops. The janitor will have a hard time with that. There was a painting that made a small 'meoooow'. That was surprising. And the windows...Oh Dear. Yes. The windows. A person seem to tap or knock at them...then stop. But, oh. It was more than that. You will be gravely mistaken if you think that will be it. Gravely. Mistaken. Wet red paint was sickly spread on the window...too close to be mistaken as blood.

The girl, Ib, has taken notes of these as she walked across the floor. She has been asked to 'come'.

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But come where?

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Over there?

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Alright, it doesn't hurt to try...

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Right?

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Ib eyed a painting; a painting painted on the cold floor. 'Into the ?' It was a painting of a big angler fish swimming in the dark waters, it's light dimly lighting everything.

Huh?

What's ?

Supposedly, Ib was too young to know such a complex word. Yet, by this-she was curious. What do you mean by ?- She was still curious. What makes it even more interesting is that there are blue wet paint footprints leading to...the painting!? What's weirder is that the rope that keeps visitors away from the painting was let down.

That's very weird.

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But it's very interesting.

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But it's dark...and deep.

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'Jump in'

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What? You want her to jump in? Alright, I suppose.

She eyed the painting with a curious expression. She was actually willing to jump in. It's a crazy idea, oh well.

She descended to the painting...it was dark...it was deep...it was watery also...She wondered if she can ever find the correct word to replace dark deep waters. She just went into it. Though, she has this feeling that something deep and dark was waiting for her in the other end of this painting also.

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Abyss.

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Abyss was the word she was looking for.

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Into the 'Abyss'.

Huh.

That fitted the description perfectly.

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Ib went Into the 'Abyss'.

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Perfection.

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Also,

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Did I mention that she actually passed through?

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Through the painting?

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Through the 'Abyss'?