What trackless land is this, full of nothing, devoid of life, of hope?
Devoid of purpose?
There is nothing as far as the eye can see, for I am not even given eyes to see with - even an endless desert would be better than this limbo! For there, though one has neither hope nor life, they do stumble onward; even that minuscule action would be a blessing to one trapped such as I.
In my travels, I have seen many confront Death, and this place is neither better than he, nor cheating, ignoring, embracing, or living parallel to Death.
No, this place is worse than it.
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