User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200528235640

"Who am I? What is the place you have fallen against your will? Questions, of course, starved for answers..." A shadow slumped on a throne of metal and rock. A plane balancing on the everlasting brink of the cosmos. Still over the world that it once belonged to, where the stumbling man once belonged to.

His presence is dead-like, breathing no movement to the idleness of the body, entombed in gray shineless armor "...answers, that I have. But, before I feed this duality you have in your shifting blood, feed me mine..."

His head cracks form the dead stupor he had straight at the intruder to this dead plain, formless, still without a shine to its visor "What reasoning would creature from the age of Hypocrisy have at stepping in a realm different to theirs?