This is a consolidation of stories and tales of those who have been lost to the Junkyard. No one escapes. That is what they say.
All who survived succumbed to their primitive instincts.
This place is incapable of sustaining life. The sun that eternally sets is a lie. Only holding the soul of destruction in which lights the sky. Those who fall may instantly die.
This has been assembled to honor those who have fallen into those barren wastelands; their lives, however much they might mean to you, matter to us.
It is of this eons long tragedy that we find closure through this collection. The tears of those who mourn and those who suffered will be known to all.
The ripple effect is still being felt. Everyone has the right to know why.
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The Junkyard
HorrorThe sun never sets. Is it even a sun? It certainly doesn't provide like the sun should. The sky burns a hellish-orange, and it perfectly reflects the world below: an inescapable purgatory for those unfortunate enough to fall outside their universe...
