This was a plain of emptiness. Nothingness, if you will. But, it had to be something, because it existed. Nothing is an empty word, hollow, like wood. You can't recall how long you've been here, time is irrelevant here. Your looks never changed, but your memories were distant, like a song stuck in your head, the lyrics you can't seem to remember... Are those footsteps? It's been too long since you've heard those, you think you might just have caught up to insanity.

"Oh dear, you don't appear to be one of the damned." A girl – no, a woman muttered with a smile too big for comfort. Her eyes were an icy blue, sharp. You noticed there were souls.. Or were they skeletons? No, skeletons usually weren't smoky. Those could be- what did she mention? Something about the damned?

You didn't know what you were, you were lost.