You stare at the hall. Pictures of different objects and people. Thats the least of your concerns inside of the void. The hall was the most festive thing out here.

Mortality stands there, his eyes judging you, the gaze was so strong..you felt your skin feel numb, the suffering you felt could only compare to what follows.

“Oh, my friend, don't you see? What you have done? It's honestly sad. Even refreshing, at that. So what makes any more different than any type of suffering?”

He says, his tone deep and whispered, his eyes burning into your soul, he still stands there, his grin still present. The silence was so uncomfortable. You needed to leave. But sadly..theres no escape.