Library

There is a faint yellow light in the darkness, guiding this dilapidated corridor to the deep darkness in the distance. This world seems to be dead. Its cold corpse lies in the boundless darkness, and its ruined outline can be vaguely seen. One can imagine how scarred it is under the sun. I think I have been sleeping for a long time, in that cold and damp place, in the prison "they" prepared for me. Now that I wake up, the creatures behind me that live forever in the abyss and are full of the stench of decay are still chasing after me. They, and they, are trying every possible means to prevent me from walking out of this hell alive, and they are about to succeed.