Deep within the Mire of Despair, where the lost souls of eternity wander aimlessly, lies the Underworldly Sorrow, a realm of eternal melancholy.
You are but a fleeting thought in the mind of the All-Mother, a mere speck of dust in the cosmic tapestry of suffering.
Here, the air is thick with the stench of regret, the ground is slick with the tears of the forsaken, and the sky is a deep, foreboding grey that screams of a thousand midnights.
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