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RE: THE SUNDERED LAND: A Doomed Pilgrim in the Ruins of the Future -- play with me!
I nod and smile, coming closer. "Perhaps, but I have no choice. My will to continue warring has fled and I must find some sort of peace."
Looking around the darkness and toward the lightening horizon, I ask him for more information: "No one lives here -- what's your destination, friend?"
How does he respond? Anyone should answer.
As you turn toward the light you start to see long shadows projecting from the rocks and withered plants that dot the landscape. But also human forms, extending from where no one stands. Perhaps a half dozen of them arrayed in a semicircle between you and the rising sun. The stranger replies, "This is my destination, the shadows told me to come here and wait. I wasn't sure why until you turned up. It's true that no one lives here, at least not for long."