When You Look Into The Abyss

I met a stranger in a field of flowers the colour of burning flame.

“Look into my eyes,” he said, his voice echoing inside his helmet, “and you look into the Abyss.”

When I tried, all I saw was my own face, reflected in the gleam of his visor.

This is for Three Line Tales 238. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and  Nimesh Basu for providing the prompt photo!