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My dear friend.
There is a train platform floating in the void. I have been there. I went there because a woman asked me to. She told me it was there and how to get there as she could not go herself.
She whispered this knowledge which no mortal should ever know as she blinked tears from her eyes.
She told me that once her only child had resided there doomed to rot for all eternity for his crimes.
She told me that her boy had been freed and now his shadow rested there in his place, a shadow that did not deserve to be there.
The god of death told me she couldn’t go there herself, she told me how to find my way there first I had to take a train conducted by a man in red with parrot like wings who glared at me when I swore about my aching legs it took me a very long time on the train and I couldn’t dare sit down or relax in fear I’d become just another wondering soul.
By the time the train stopped at the limbo I was heading for I felt a strange weariness as if my eternal soul itself was beginning to die.
When I stepped off the train, onto the platform I was horrified by what I found.
The red and grey platform seemed to stretch into the void forever although logically I knew it must end somewhere.
The platform's concrete was steadily crumbling, the usual yellow line set back a foot or so from the edge of that platform was all but gone, faded to but a few specks of a reddish yellow paint. Most of which had been covered in a thin layer of blue ink and what I think was a vaguely blue gore. And that blue was everywhere, on every surface blue was stained to some degree.
I turned as the train pulled away and I saw falling and broken digital announcement signs which were flickering in a headache inducing way. From the few words I could read it seemed that the signs had not been displaying train arrival times but rather vitriol against the person that had been imprisoned here.
My footsteps echoed in this empty place as I began to search for the evidence of the mysterious prisoner of this place.
As my footsteps echoed I felt a strange impending doom as if the sound of my steps or even my very breathing was going to awake a deep creature of the void that would rise from the blackness and drag me away.
I found myself stood still, my heart in my throat, as a fear I couldn’t know the origins of bubbled in my chest and soul and refused to go away even as I breathed deeply and closed my eyes trying not to sink into a true animal like panic.
But that fear barely faded as I kept looking, fruitlessly, the dread still a heavy weight in the pit of my belly as I thought about what I might find.
At the state of the soul I’d find.
As I approached a place where the blue stains were particularly concentrated and as I’d crouched down to examine the ground and that was when I smelt the flowers.
I had glanced up and then I saw it, a thin but deep crack in the wall.
It was just large enough for my body, so I squeezed into it after the first inch or so I realised that I may have doomed myself that I would find myself trapped here as the pressure of the stone on either side of me seemed to increase, it felt as if the air in my lungs was trapped. As began to panic at the idea of my soul rotting there a raw animalistic terror engulfed me and with very little thought I began to struggle and push,
As I pushed and pushed the rock around me seemed to crumble slightly and I think if I’d had eyes I’d have closed them, if I’d had teeth I’d have gritted them in my fight for my freedom and for my soul.
Eventually I felt something in the rock give and I fell through and landed on a semi soft surface.
Immediately my terror melted away like leftover rendered fat tipping into a mason jar. It felt almost as if it had never existed.
As I looked up from my position flat on my face I saw flowers, blue flowers.
Was this where the blue came from?
I pulled myself to my feet and looked around this strange place in the walls.
It was a second limbo.
There was a false sky of stars that dimly lit a grove of dark magical looking trees, which had a glow of calming purple as if the leaves themselves were glowing.
The grass was soft beneath my feet and the urge to take my shoes off and walk barefoot amongst the flowers was almost irresistible but something far more interesting caught my eye.
A man or boy? I couldn’t tell was lying curled around a blue sheep and he was sleeping. A smooth and vaguely familiar breathing sound as well as the occasional soft, sleepy ba could be heard from the man and the sheep.
They were sleeping beneath the largest tree in the grove, whatever I had expected to find here I had thankfully been wrong.
But it was a mystery to me how this had happened, or more likely who had created this second limbo, connected so closely to the other.
Not even I could make sense of it.
I then sat myself beneath another tree and painted the scene for the goddess as I know camera's don’t work here, in the void.
And then I wrote you this letter.
Till the next time.
Your dear friend the Lu