As the land is washed away before my pale lifeless corpse, I stand.
Beyond the Realm of the living i am able, my wound's that bound me have been healed. I wear this amulet, the last remnants of my former self.
The meaning of this unrest lay's before me, but is blurred and distorted
with the crime's which have been committed before my arrival in this land.
I remain, searching, for the light to lead my way, a path of light to behold.
But the clouds of purgatory permanently cloak the sky in the dull gray of stagnancy.