Made In Abyss -

The Abyss itself becomes a character. Each layer is a kingdom of ecological madness. The first layer, the Edge of the Abyss, is a forest of giant bioluminescent mushrooms and gentle waterfalls—a tourist trap for death. The second, the Forest of Temptation, is a labyrinth of inverted trees and carnivorous otters. The third, the Great Fault, is a vertical cliff of perpetual twilight, where the air itself seems to whisper. The fourth, the Goblet of Giants, is a cup-shaped jungle of megafauna, where the sky is a distant memory and the ground is the digestive tract of something larger. The fifth layer, the Sea of Corpses, is exactly what it sounds like: a lake of crystallized remains, the final rest of countless delvers who thought they could go deeper.

The Abyss is not hell. Hell is a place of punishment. The Abyss is a place of consequence . It does not care if you are good or bad, brave or cowardly, child or adult. It only cares that you move. Downward. Always downward. And in that terrible, beautiful gravity, Made In Abyss finds its truth: that the only thing deeper than the Curse is the love that makes you willing to bear it. Made In Abyss

And yet, Riko goes. She goes with Reg, a robot boy who remembers nothing, whose arms can fire a cannon of incandescent light, and whose heart beats with the only warmth in this story that does not come with a cost. They descend together: two halves of a missing whole, a child seeking a mother and a machine seeking a soul. The Abyss itself becomes a character

Come find me.