The shattered mind.

The people wander in the streets, mindlessly walking to and from their place of work. There is no art. There is no litterature. There is no life.

Our history is all but gone, devoured by It, as our great structures have been.

Depression rules all. The people simply wait for the day they can finally be free.

Technology is rightly feared. Progress is slow. Very slow. They have everything they need to progress. But they refuse. They know what happened the last time they progressed far.

Names are now forgotten, all are simply ''The people'' with one exception.

The Leader.

NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS A MESSAGE FROM [NULL_TEXT_ERROR], DICTATOR OF THE ERASED

I was there, you know? When it happened. I was the one who did it.

I doomed my people.

I doomed my nation.

I doomed myself.

It took my name from me. I still remember it, I just can't say it. You've seen what happens when I try. The same goes for everything else. The nation's true name, The name of our race, The name of the capital... Everything.

It even took its own name. I don't know why. Maybe It never had one in the first place.

I wouldn't be surprised.

...

I don't think there's a way out of this, now. I ruined everything. We can only go further down, into its waiting maw.

Do not do our mistakes. Do not look too deep. The grains of sand that make up reality are there for a reason. Do not look beyond the veil. There is nothing there.

Nothing, but It.

- [NULL_TEXT_ERROR], Director Of The Erased.