The knight wandered through the calm, corpse-ridden passages of Forgotten Crossroads. The infection had been erased. Hallownest was in ruins. Thoughtless, emotionless, without purpose. Born of God and Void. No voice. No desires. No will. An empty shell. Their nail stayed firm on their back, no threats left alive. They climbed through the forgotten pathways of the crossroads, the dust no bother to them.

They passed Salubra's charm store, her jolly laughter and heavily fragranced mist wafting through the door. They used their mantis claw and monarch wings as they always had to hop up to the Blue Lake. Wind swirled around them as crystal shards grew from their feet. The next second, they were flying across the lake, water droplets splashing up behind them. They stopped, their body freezing in midair for a second before they dropped with a soft plop into the clear blue water and swam the rest of the way to shore.

Quirrel's nail still stood, implanted in the sand. The knight sat by it, no feeling passing through them, merely respects paid to the bug they spent time of their travels with. They stayed there much longer than they knew, their sense of time dulled, even forsaken. The calm splashing of the water as they sat with the nail of their acquaintance was no longer a stark contrast to the rest of the world. They could not wonder where Quirrel went.

They stood. They turned and headed deeper into Resting Grounds, passing many corpses of once enemies as they walked through the lifeless area. They sat by Xero's grave, Xero's spirit given rest by them. They were not here as long as they were with Quirrel's nail. They continued on, the Spirit's Glade greeting them. They strolled through the calm area void of spirits. Each of the graves a marker to their existence, but the dreams in them dispersed.

They headed into the Seer's old cave, the old cushions and gadgets a reminder of her, but like everything else in this ruined place, no Seer remained. They headed to the stagways, the bench rested on briefly. They rang the bell, hearing the Old Stag come running. They pointed to Hidden Station on the map and hopped in the seat, the stag taking him there without much trouble. The knight jumped off and walked away and into the basin.

They made their way into the abyss, the bones of their siblings resting there. They climbed down and nestled themself into the shells, their shade breaking through a crack in their mask. They let go, no peace brought, but no peace could reach them.

No mind to think.

No will to break.

No voice to cry suffering.

Born of God and Void.