I walked through the forest of despair on my way to mirror lake.
The trees moaned and cried while the wind sang hollowed songs of aches.
Here occupied the nameless ones. No ears to hear, no eyes to see, nor noses to smell or mouths to speak.
I met one, wandering through a very transparent existence, even their very being was simply a hollow shell.
It wasn't a man, not a woman. Just a... being, without hair or anything to distinguish from the others.
I tried to take their hand, only to be shook in the face.
I tried to give them a hug, only to be pushed away.
I tried to put a Bible in their hands, but they wouldn't grasp it.