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Hell Overseer:
Therein lies the land of eternal shadow, the valley of death. Perpetual winds disturb the ever-sleeping desolace, yet roaring storm never cometh. A lonesome place. The only thing that comes close, really, is the stagnancy of a swamp.
Deadgirl:
Where are we now?
Hell Overseer:
A flatland. A dark side of the moon. A flat line. A dessert at night. A warm colour of the Marianne trench. A place where hopes come to die. That space in-between, where the misplaced sense of personal responsibility meets the buyer’s remorse.
Deadgirl:
Why did we come here? This place SUCKS.
Hell Overseer:
Well put.
Harpies:
What is she doing? What is she wearing? What is she eating? What IS she?
~Office~
Manager:
I. don’t. Care. Is the report ready? Were you...were you sleeping just now? Is that a coffee stain on your shirt? Disgusting.
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