VoRC
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The Void of Rejected Concepts.
Below the All-Tree, you float in a sea...a sea, of black. The light shines through the ice of noir, illuminating your body, lighting up every part of it. You, are a concept. Well, was. Lores Mundus, reality made solid and reality itself...didnt let you become true. You have been rejected by All, damned in a prison you cannot, nor will ever escape.
You... are, alone.