The saline scent of woodwind drift through slats and settled into every face of the construct. Ilika Brimb fell through thousands of meters of thin air and ent herself upon a slat, wrapping her entire head about it. the slats cycled in the woodwinds and rippled from outer gusts. a boy hung onto the End, barely grasping hard enough to support his weight. "Help me!" he screamed to no avail. he went on for hours. Days.

The boy's name was Rinaa Howard, and after days, he found a suitable place to hang. He climbed to the left until his legs felt like putty. until the veins in his arm popped, and continued on. His shoulder dislocated itself from his body, and then his arm went with it. Rinaa lacked the energy to scream, and his limbs slipped. Rinaa fell down into the curdling abyss below. The darkness was incomprehensible. It was void of even black, as the space between dreams, denying contemplation or reason. Rinaa dematerialized, his body slicing into trillions of tiny rods. The universe around him turned black and white, and Rinaa reached upwards for anything. his one hand grasped the End. a perfect donut shape extruded from the damascus steel.

Rinaa's hand began to slip, so he tightened his grip until he crushed his hand into the metal, making his hand into a bloody, fleshy ring interlocking with the extrusion. Looking down, Rinaa's lower body had been sliced cleanly into trillions of strands by his descent into the void, and the only useful muscles that remained were his abs. Blood slowly dripped through the now raglike structure of Rinaa's lower body, which he brought up to his head's height with his stomach muscles. Rinaa drank his own blood, quenching his thirst, before beginning to feast on his lower body to feed his starved belly. He went on for months, periodically calling for help and sucking his blood from his own body. His blood dripped more and more and he ate at his sliced flesh, until finally, help came. A man wielded two sharpened sickles attached to ropes, one of which was sliced into the damascus several tens of meters upwards.

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The man was speechless, and the few words he did attempt to speak came out as unmeaningful stutters. He grabbed Rinaa by the hair and began to pull. Rinaa somehow managed to free his now destroyed hand from its hold when the man slipped and hit his head on the edge of the End, knocking him cold and causing him to lose his grip of the rope and Rinaa. The man, Vinus Appeligi, fell into the void headfirst and was cut into trillions of less than hair width slices, and Rinaa caught onto the rope with his deformed hand, narrowly avoiding death. Rinaa's flesh began to wear, and Rinaa struggled to stay upright. Rinaa's hand wore to the extent that it was no longer possible to grab the pole with it. Rinaa was not fast enough to grab on with his arm, as it's muscle has been torn from Rinaa's hanging. Rinaa fell down into the void.

Rinaa dematerialized, his body was cleanly sliced into trillions of stringy pieces, and the surrounding universe turned black and white. Pieces shot through the void at relativistic speed, coagulating into balls of collective consciousnesses before immediately dematerializing. As they descended downwards through unreality, they began to break into even more, thinner strands, and more spatial dimensions became accessible to them. as they tumbled through the void, the level of their reality decreased until they stopped existing, and became pure information, settling at the void's bottom.

At the void's bottom lay a swirling, turbulent broth of emotions, personalities, and memories, none connected to their previous owner. The broth stewed for millions of years, the fragments reaching farther and farther down its endless flow. As the broth flowed, fragments of memory and emotion came together with a fragment of personality, and once a combination gains enough reality through variably common fluctuations, it coagulates into a mind. This mind existed while being conscious, but can retain such as it is torn apart into pieces, causing unending hatred, agony, sadness, and pain in the greatest levels possible. It continues until the broth of thoughts is turned into a lake of agony, until every experience is pain.