A visual story by AKAIBU "Claymore"
Our beings have reached the bottom stages of purgatory.
As we are met with the final phase, our beings begun to transition.
Seperated, the thoughts are replaced with echos. Which came from desperate thoughts. Driving them insane. Frost overtakes the as they begin to shiver.
Why are the lower levels cold? Our beings are alone, confused & driven mad.
Where to go? No way up. Only down.
The being screamed with a high pitched tone "LET ME OUT! AHHHH"
Hands are numb....
Peering out the window, but is it really a window?
An empty city or an empty vessel. Which is lonelier.
The exploration continued, our beings separated. Nothing but vastness. Each level is mirrored with a slight variation.
Somewhere far in the chambers the echos amplified. Afterthoughts of her companion being after separation were drearly heard.
"I know you've prayed for me, it's distinct but slight echoes are possible to be heard. It is the same for the few of us trapped in the purgatory. Abandoned, forgotten, left behind.. Not one thought left for us from those on middle earth."