As Sela strolled through the world that had long seen its golden age, she could feel the warmth of the white sand beneath her feet and was greeted by nothing but a clear blue sky above. But then something caught her eye - another person.

He looked utterly bewildered, his face contorted with confusion while his gaze darted aimlessly. His clothing seemed alien to Sela, immediately alerting her to the fact that he must have been an unfortunate soul who had been unwittingly brought into this forsaken realm without any reason or purpose — much like so many others before him who were now wandering these lands with shattered minds, unable to find solace in death

.

Sela decided to approach him. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she made sure not to startle him. With every step closer, she could see more details about him: his distraught expression and the sweat beads on his forehead highlighted under the bright sunlight.

Welcome to this forsaken place.

Sela spoke gently.

I am truly sorry fate has led you here. My name is Sela.

She paused briefly before continuing.

From this moment forth until your last vestige of sanity slips away from you into oblivion, I will accompany you on your final journey.