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Neither heaven nor the real world could be so twisted or so endless, filled with shrouded darkness and looming dread.

Shadows of eternity fused with morbid sorrow, the dead place between the black soil and the grey sky. The place with no name trapped in the dawn of the end of days.

We call it hell, because there is no word left to mankind more apt.

History has failed us, but once, long ago when this place had a name it was beautiful, the grandest city in all the world, one could walk for days and never touch its edge, towering palaces that touched the sky, gardens that sung in the light of the day, streets paved with every colour. Now all wretched ruin, destroyed or befouled, rubble and the bones of the dead filling every crevice, all grey under the low light of the evening, and twisted burning bright in the day.

There is no night, but we all know it will come soon.

How we came to this end, this futile conflict none live who know, but it is the end of all things, war has destroyed all else. Now only hell remains, and we fight every day to survive because that is the only thing we know. We know not hope, nor love, nor the sound of laughter. We are the damned, and we have no future.

Description
Neither heaven nor the real world could be so twisted or so endless, filled with shrouded darkness and looming dread.

Shadows of eternity fused with morbid sorrow, the dead place between the black soil and the grey sky. The place with no name trapped in the dawn of the end of days.

We call it hell, because there is no word left to mankind more apt.

History has failed us, but once, long ago when this place had a name it was beautiful, the grandest city in all the world, one could walk for days and never touch its edge, towering palaces that touched the sky, gardens that sung in the light of the day, streets paved with every colour. Now all wretched ruin, destroyed or befouled, rubble and the bones of the dead filling every crevice, all grey under the low light of the evening, and twisted burning bright in the day.

There is no night, but we all know it will come soon.

How we came to this end, this futile conflict none live who know, but it is the end of all things, war has destroyed all else. Now only hell remains, and we fight every day to survive because that is the only thing we know. We know not hope, nor love, nor the sound of laughter. We are the damned, and we have no future.