Here, the skies are always grey, the air is always thick with desperation, and the ground is always covered in the remnants of failed aspirations.
You've stumbled upon this forsaken land in search of something, anything, to cling to. But all you'll find are the crumbling ruins of what once was and the echoes of what will never be.
Will you find the exit? Unlikely. But hey, at least the scenery's not bad, right?
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