Two-and-a-half walls of the finest, whitest stone stand here, weathered by the passing of countless seasons. There is no roof, nor sign that there ever was one. All indications are that the work was abruptly abandoned. There is no door, nor markings on the walls. Nor is there any indication that any coffin has ever lain here... yet.
An Unfinished Mausoleum, Graveyard
gravedigger
child
I am just a child.  I am only 5 years old but feel so much older.  They say I am an old soul whatever that means.  I hope I can be done writing soon and go play.
Hello! Is anybody there? I, am, and luckily you are alive and far too young to be here.