Despair (#4570)

You enter a long corridor with a light near the end. You step forward, curious but with each step you lose more of your will, until you colapse in a lump on the floor, no will to go on. Your life seems pointless, as does every action that you or anyone else does. You lie barely breathing sorting through memory after useless memories strugling to find one thing that would make your life worthwhile, something to help you get up. As you near the end of you memory a horrible realisation hits you, if not one of you moments are special enough, you will die here, never having left the floor.

north (#6829) leads to Loneliness (#4562).
south (#5817) leads to The Archives (#4268).

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