This is a desert on the threshold of death.
I think it's somewhere underground - but not deep.
And around it - emptiness...
You see how cold and still it is here, how desolate. But this is not yet your death.
That awaits below, in the cold, when the last drop of Colour leaves your soul.
We call it Absolute Death.
Remember this always - here in the Void, nothing is more precious than Colour.
Colour is life. It is our food, our strength, our hope.
It is the essence and meaning of our suffering.
And now yours.