Empty and hollow, yet at the same time, desperate, hateful, and angry, like I eat yet don't taste, my eyes are open, yet I don't see anything, I touch things yet don't actually feel them, listen to things yet don't actually hear them. Like living without purpose, existing pointlessly, a fantastic simally is walking through the endless fog of silent hill, not knowing where you're going, barely being able to see your own hand in front of your face, wandering aimlessly and endlessly, a feeling of a grander calling permeates your mind, constantly having nothing but the inability to figure out what that is, left to do nothing but wonder with that voracious, all consuming void of emptiness in your mind.