Primary Emotions/Themes: A slow march of undead soldiers to a tragic second death
Thoughts: We march ever forwards. Forwards to war. A war that has no beginning and no end. We march onwards, to a goal that we cannot see, or shall ever reach. We march and march with forever as our traveling mate and guide.
What compels us to move forward? What is this constant urge to move? We do not know, yet we push ever forward. The slow beat of an unseen drum plods us along our path, in these endless ethereal plains.
Hear the slow call of the spirits wailing in the distance. That is our goal, that is our doom. The slow rhythmic beat of the drum fueled by endless eons of torment, there is no beginning and no end. There is only an eternal now.
There is nothing that can be done to change our fate... nothing can be done to break this cycle. We are doomed. Doomed to this eternity... stuck here forever.. purgatorium? Nay... this is hell.
Written August 22nd 2024
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