It never ended.
The army of specters never stopped.
The Overseer didn't know how much time had passed.
It could've been a second.
It could've been a million years.
It just never ended.
The specters just kept coming.
During this entire time, she hadn't even been able to form a coherent thought. In this world, it was like she was just a stone that felt eternal pain and regret.
She didn't know who she was. She didn't remember anything. She didn't know why she was here.
There was just pain, and hatred, and regret, and rage, and pain, and hatred, and tragedy, and hatred, and pain, and hatred…
Everything hated her.
She didn't know why.
She didn't know why existence itself hated her so much.
She just existed. She was just here. She didn't remember doing anything that could have angered anyone else.
Was her crime existing?
Did reality hate her because she existed?
Was existing so bad?
Wasn't she allowed to exist?
