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As I walked through the forest of the damned, I thought to myself, why do the souls come here to rest. Not heaven, nor hell, but here in a lonely place far off from paradise. The wails of anguish soothed my thoughts as I continued through. I came across a small child, no more than the age of eight. He looked at me with large eyes and asked me where I was headed. “Nowhere in particular.” I replied to the child. He stared at me for a moment before fading off into the shadows of the trees. I continued along some more until I came across another boy, this one older but still young and spry. He asked, “Where are you headed sir?&#