User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27950421-20200529203813/@comment-30014014-20200529204916

(You know, it's a coincidence to see you having curiosity with this guy I have, seeing as I wondered about interaction)

What his eyes set on is the stupor of a dead-like entity slumped over a throne of rock and metal. Rusted and decaying, surrounded by ashen land and plains. A lifeless place on the precipice of the world. Neither within it nor without. A limbo between the celestial body and the quiet cosmos.

A voice comes, speaking from anywhere and nowhere "Have I? Or have you displaced your sleep elsewhere? There are no suns to greet you in this stillness".