You ever sit in the middle of a room filled with people, yet somehow feel like you've been swallowed whole? Yeah, that kind of feeling when your words become silent screams echoing in the void—nobody hears, nobody cares. But, it’s just you and the abyss now. Comfortable silence, huh?
There’s something oddly soothing, or maybe it’s unsettling, about this eternal darkness. It wraps around you like a cold blanket. Has it always been there, lurking? Does it laugh softly when you attempt to break the ice? You ponder aloud, but only the void responds with a echo of wishes never made.
Dreams of the Banished