There’s nothing quite like being stuck in limbo. It’s a desolate place, where not
much is known and little is understood. Demons are high in number; they’re
constantly looking for new mechanisms to torture what’s left of the soul. In
limbo, down is up and up is down; left is right and right is left. Nothing is
concrete—nothing is certain. Everything is an optical illusion. It seems like
there’s no way out.
And here I am, forever trapped, until the unknown finally becomes known
again—until someone lets me out of this cage.