Many souls live in vast Negation, but the wispy beings take up little space. They live in the haze, outlines of their extinct physical selves. At night, nothing can be seen of them. Instead, the inhabitants howl at the hidden moon. They sleep and dream often. Ritually, they seek refuge in the lake of Negation and submerge themselves within its salty lukewarm waters.
They ask: “Where did we come from?”
“Who was I once?”
No one remembers.
Those who arrive at Negation never leave, excepting Miss Emeline Traveler who visited once alone.
The garrison Unworthy lies in the rushing River Negation.
Visitors struggle across the river. Many drown and wind up bodiless in Negation.
“Some think the garrison is a way out of negation,” says Miss Emeline. “They go there to escape."
But the Unworthy live out their days in barracks as soldiers. Voices (the voices of Negation) tell them to prepare for coming wars. But there are no wars. No one wants Unworthy or Negation much less to fight over and for them. The capitol and its lands are already defeated.
“There is a secret spiral stairwell out of Unworthy," says Miss Emeline Traveler. "It leads down, but heads under the underground tunnel below the river and leads out into the bright sunshine of Found from which the way becomes open and easy. I tell as many beings as I can, but most think it is deception.”
“I believed!” said one escapee. “I will never go back there again.”
Indeed, refugees from Unworthy often become renowned artists, performers, and philosophers once they settle in better lands.
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