ar outside the furthest reaches of the mind's constructs, deep inside the neverending abyss, removed from the existence of impermanence, there lies a stead where evil, decay, and death collapse in on themselves to form a festering mass – hating, eternally.

If an unfortunate soul were by whatever means able to pierce the veil of nothingness, and arrive in this space beyond oblivion, they would find themselves locked fast in the grasp of doom, as in the distance they would hear an incessant voice devoid of all reason, drawing ever closer, and the sound of inevitability would ring in their ears.