Bleak , desolate and alone in a deserted and abandoned state of being. What lies ahead is cold, empty, and miserable. Sad and sullen before the anguish of the frigid and lonely night, the hopeless weeping of an insipid fate, shivering in the dread of a lost moment, waiting, disconsolate, for a dismal death to arrive, broken on the vapid void of a frozen doorstep..
Game over.
