The supstranum of my being is cracked and my existence lacks foundation. No further materials to reconstruct me, my venture is to condemnation. Collapsed... futile... vacant... basis. Grasping a non-existence, leading me to despair. Drifting without direction, all my hope deferred. Alone and a burden. I can't control this fear. Terror incites this madness. The end of this eyesore near. Terminus vivication. Condemn me... Skimming the surface of the astral plane, memoranda still plague my mind. Awareness that no one cared, another will be built to take my place.
