Leash their necks. Forced on. Through infinite halls. Existing as raw energy. Formless. With which we merge when life has expired. Merging with the dark side of the wall. As real as sun and constellation. Alternate face of existence. Where souls lack division. Shaped by karmic law. Free from the shackles of flesh. Free from fabricated systems breeding death. Endless is the reformation cycle. A breakdown of souls to service new molds. Defragmented crux of the essence. Assorted into chaos by ceaseless vibration...