Hypothetically, imagine you inhabit an infernal hellscape, you are burning, poisoned by autonomic processes like breathing or eating, surrounded by mental illness, everywhere you look... dread, and depravity; those who attest to guide you inadvertently (and sometimes consciously) harm you, your thoughts are becoming disorganized.. you become dim, like a candlelight searching for oxygen you desperately grapple for a reprieve, considerable effort is yet met with more suffering, you desperately are trying to escape but *the torture will last an unspecified period of time,* your conscious of the poison slowly corrupting your soul, the relative comfort of dreaming yourself into another world — the one *you* created to escape — used to bring comfort, the mind has eroded, and it can no longer be imagined, every time you cry you are punished harshly, the only external stimuli left are those in more advanced stages of decay, you solemnly accept that your predetermined fate (and those of which you love) is immutable, *there is no escaping* what comes next, you are forced to witness them slowly withering away, your fading memories of the Old World make you hopeful that something could change, the hazy memories of afternoon sunlight, you cannot cry, but this hellscape was created for a purpose... and [their] purpose is to see to it *your demise.*

It would be *so* poetic if you could use those last days with those you love, and lose your minds together.. But until that day, how do you survive?