Just end this pain, A pit of sorrow and disdain, Moving through the hollows Grey husks of sand.

Shaking hallways, shrinking upon us, Warning lights ahead as we run; Look at us, far away from home.

At the edge of such hallways, Down below, husks looking at us with pity. A shrieking sound has come and vocalizes: "I pity you, forgetful souls... In helplessness there is relief, Come to us. Don't touch the world, Don't let it touch back. Fall with us, walk between the hollows."