Reached the shores of an unknown eerie land, engulfed in swarms of doom, returned to a liquid state, drowning, yet still alive. Imprisoned my soul into a rusty copper chest at the bottom of the deep. Wish I could return to the surface and hang myself from a branch of the tree that I still see with roaming eyes, invisible to the common folks. The soul is called and answers. The soul wants to scream but no sound comes out. The soul contemplates its own imprisonment.
