Madness string 716

Random mermaid
It is another world, and yet it looks so close to home. It is simply dead, dead and desolate, stretching from horizon to horizon and past each horizon lies only more death, more desolation. It is a setting of monumental loneliness, coming so far to an alien world only to see so much nothing.
All the pretty prayers in the world would be nothing more than words. Pretty words, sure. And pretty words might make you feel better. But they won't do anything for those who are already gone.