We measured it with echoes, like tapping a big pot to hear its hollowness — first with a weighted rope, now with sonar pings from ships. What's down there? Pressure that would crush us, yes, but also life: odd fish, glowing jellies, and tiny creatures thriving near vents, making a meal from the Earth's own heat. I know the darkest depths aren't empty, just as I learned my own quietest days after my wife passed weren't empty either — they were just waiting for the right light, like my daughter's call, to show me the life still there.
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