If you are reading this, it means I have finally escaped from that Realm of Terror. Or perhaps you are trapped too.
The Death Realm is very perilous. If constant alertness is not maintained, you will probably plumet to your doom. It is also in bad repair. I fear that my shoes will soon be reduced to nothing by the broken metal. There is a citadel filled with books. Alas, I have no time to read them. Every minute I spend in this wretched place makes me feel more out of place. The air.... it's tainted with dust and evil. At the writing of this, I am lost in the upper levels of the citadel. Hope escapes me, and the prospect of life is dim.
