we all write. To help the new lost souls—or because these books aren’t just regular books. They’ve been touched by so many before us… those who made it, and those who didn’t.”
Chapter; A New Soul 2/3
As I wake up in a dimly lit room in a bed only big enough for one. I look around and see more beds arranged in a loose circle, all empty, all silent.
It’s filled with stories and instructions left by past lost souls. There are so many that even the girl who’s been here the longest still doesn't know if there's an end to the hall.