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| Standing behind the one infront of me,
I look around, wondering at my surroundings. I stand upon a path of pure white
marble that rises a pace out of a sea of onyx, glinting black from the reflection
of the cold eyes that stare down from above, the stars forbidding the presence
of hope in the land of the hopeless. The horizons meet and merge seamlessly, forming
a perfect globe around me, save for the perfect white path that I follow. The
being standing infront of me is roughly the same height as I. His skin has faded
to a sickly grey pallor and the muscle upon his slight, almost gaunt frame has
gone to wiry cords rather than toned health. He is completely hairless, and he
is nude, althought it doesn't matter. No earthly possessions are allowed in this
place. Infront of him is a person that I assume looks much the same, for the one
infront and I could have been brothers for our resemblance. All of us plod on
towards the same goal, half hoping and half fearing that the next step will bring
us to our destination. Standing at the foot of the seats of Judgement, in the
Halls of the Dead, although why it is called the halls is beyond me, seeing as
how the atmosphere more resembles a recently closed casket than any sort of hall.
To be judged for our worldly sins and transgressions and to be passed on to our
ultimate destination is for what we wait. But for now, I stand in the dark, looking
up at the cold, cold sky that stares back at me with its remorseless eyes. I feel
no hope, locked in the gaze of those eyes. Despondently, I stand waiting, at the
end of the longest line.
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