The world is black oblivion. Deep, looming darkness fills all spaces. A young boy stands at the edge of the world, peering into the depths, stepping closer to the veil. He is dressed in a dark rode laden with swirling purple that swims around as he moves. The robe drags on the dark cold floor of the black cavern, as it is too big for a boy of his size; perhaps even too big for a grown mortal man. Behind