The Forgotten
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The Forgotten
It's cold, bitterly cold. This place is so big, slightly damp, and completely dark. Everything is silent except for the occasional whisper from the gentle breeze, caused by a rhythmic humming in the distance. This darkness is like no other; if I were to name it I would call it the seventh shade of black, if such a color existed. This darkness is not just your typical shade of black, this darkness is a lonely darkness; it is as if the blackness and the loneliness work together to somehow freeze time to a mere crawl. This place is the most crowded, empty place I have been to yet. How can there be so much substance, yet equal in silence? Periodically the darkness and silence are broken by the light, a light so bright one could only think the heavens have fallen upon him.
As the area lit up, I see a familiar face. Chi, she was once the life of the party, it seems people just could not get enough of her...