The voices of those lost to time echo out in your head, laughing, crying, screaming and whispering.

“Yes, Cold! Cold and rotten! So rotten indeed, yes! So much so in-fact; it is unrecognizable! Us, unknown and unrecognizable!!”

More voices rise up in the midst of the noise, bubbling and swirling to the corners of your head.

“Oh, how pitiful it is; our whims to live! What is the point? To push on. We must go on, onwards!! Yes, yes! Go there, believe!”

Louder yet louder. Louder still