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The ships ran aground some 27 years ago on a day where the atmosphere was filled with some of the strangest electricity I had ever seen. Volumes of clouds laid heavy over the horizon limiting visibility to a degree that has yet to let up, even after all this time. There had been no warning, nor any expectation, that we would hit so the initial jolt threw us from our beds where we lay slowly being rocked by the waves. A moment of quite purity was smashed as the remorseless rocks cleaved the ship in half sending us falling amongst shards of wood and glass. It was a blur of explosion and in a moment we were vomited into piles on sand and blood. No one else survived.
The next thing I remember is being lifted by some of the strangest people I had ever seen. They came in varying shapes and forms and spoke of symbols that I had no true will to understand. Many of them walked with bellies distended from, what I still believe to be, all forms of beetles and roaches which scurry around inside of