These walls are a chronicle only I can read, and every line tells the tale of why I should not be allowed to live unsupervised.
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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.