In that place that wretched place where men weep in agony; where loud cries are let out and the sincerest of tears are shed. Where pain is unceasing and reprieve is sought night and day; where one’s eyes grow accustomed to the darkness; the cold dampness; the desolation. Where the soul is stripped to the bare bones and even deep down into the marrow. Where arms stretch forth for light in vivid dreams but awaken once more to the darkness; where time is useless and irrelevant and despair slowly stifles. Where tired feet stumble and weary eyes can cry no more.
They wait and gather for an awakening. They wait and gather in a sudden falling of silence. They wait and gather for the light that will come. Together they wait.