No one knows its truth. The stories to be told only come through dreams and prayer. Life exists no more here. There is no more hate or hurt, but also no more healing or happiness. For those longing of this place, their pain will be lost. For those that arrive too soon, the lack of preparation will show.

How do I know so much of a place I have never been? I may have not been, but I know many who have. One’s arrival is not planned, only fate gets to decide. This place holds previously beating hearts. I will be there one day, but for now, ignorance is bliss.