written by: Jesse Batista
What shall come of the forsaken people? What is that which lies outside the realm of the underworld; the barren outskirts, where the flames of Hell cannot burn? It’s a place where the fallen angel himself, even with his legions of ghouls and demonic armies, dare not tread. A dwelling: perhaps only of the minds conjuring, that is disassociated, isolated and unincorporated. Where the misfits, dissidents, and freaks; the truly damned souls, escape and find solitude in the silent hush, peace in the utter darkness and comfort in the vast nothingness. A space where time is but a distant horrid memory. Hear this proclamation; Come now all ye who are exceptional and extraordinary. Take solace in the freedom of self. Feel whole and unabridged in your distinctiveness. Know the calm of desolation and the warmth of the dark shadows. Take a seat, you are home. Welcome to the Abyss.
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