This is the feeling of purgatory. Infinite abyss. You view it as a punishment. It's just nature not doing anything. The divine power has not placed you here. Evil has not guided you. You can only traverse through the fields of white and porcelain. Your feet grow so cold they become numb. You feel so many things. Nobody to share those feelings with. You want to die. You cannot. Just listen to the music. It echoes and yet there are no walls. That allows you to persist and try to find a building, a surface, anything. No. You keep walking. The music plays. Your heart goes as fast as ever. You know you'll come to a solution. It's just here somewhere. You feel like you've walked across this porcelain before. Have you been to this spot? Better keep going to make sure. It can't be more nothingness. That's impossible. Infinity is a concept. It's not real. The cold beneath your feet. This is the feeling of reality. Your reality. However, no matter how hard you try to find a solution, you end up at square one with no more and no less than you started with. Listen to the music. Maybe it's not hopeless. You think this is the feeling of aspiration. It's not. This is the feeling of infinite wonder. This is the feeling of loneliness. This is the feeling of purgatory. Infinite abyss. You view it as a punishment. It's just nature not doing anything. The divine power has not placed you here. Evil has not guided you. You can only traverse through the fields of white and porcelain. Your feet grow so cold they become numb. You feel so many things. Nobody to share those feelings with. You want to die. You cannot. Just listen to the music. It echoes and yet there are no walls. That allows you to persist and try to find a building, a surface, anything. No. You keep walking. The music plays. Your heart goes as fast as ever. You know you'll come to a solution. It's just here somewhere. You feel like you've walked across this porcelain before. Have you been to this spot? Better keep going to make sure. It can't be more nothingness. That's impossible. Infinity is a concept. It's not real. The cold beneath your feet. This is the feeling of reality. Your reality. However, no matter how hard you try to find a solution, you end up at square one with no more and no less than you started with. Listen to the music. Maybe it's not hopeless. You think this is the feeling of aspiration. It's not. This is the feeling of infinite wonder. This is the feeling of loneliness. This is the feeling of purgatory.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adaTEdqR4xI
The caretaker - All you are going to want is to get back there.
Make a fresh start,
Make a fresh start in purgatory
A break between chapters but continue the story
A time and a place and a point of view
Where you wait a wee while while we
Work out what to do with you
That's the start of a song I'm writing what do you guys think :3