In the stillness of this place, I find a solitude I've always cherished.
Yet, it's a solitude unlike any other, lacking the power of choice, or perhaps any power at all.

Is this solitude, or something else entirely? Could it be... death? But do the departed even
know they've departed? Is death real, or is this the realm of madness? No, it's not madness; it's a profound sense of hopelessness....