The mist swirls around Tara's feet as she makes her way through the dilapidated streets of some nameless neighborhood, the white paint of the houses reflecting the dim, bluish light that comes from seemingly nowhere in the endless black of the void, as though the buildings themselves are ghosts like her. The windows are similarly black, although sometimes white faces with eyeless sockets stare back at her. It doesn't surprise or bother her anymore. After all, she's been here years. Maybe even decades, possibly centuries. It's impossible to tell anymore.

Tara doesn't know where she's going. To find a way out, she supposes, as she's tried fruitlessly to do for a similarly unknown length of time. But there's something about this direction she's walking in that feels... Right. Not good or bad, exciting or scary. Just a direction that seems like the correct way to go.

The occasional distant scream or gust of sourceless wind tickles her senses, but they've become tiresome for so long now. Just like everything else. Everything just makes her so... Tired. So very tired. Before she knows it, she's sobbing again, but her steps retain their unhurried pace.

But they slow when she begins feeling... Something. Something. After so much time feeling nothing. She doesn't know what it is, but she knows that the further she walks, the more she feels the unknown feeling. In fact, the void itself is changing, shifting with the rise of the sensation. Houses are giving way to trees. Trees and... Sunlight. She doesn't know what's happening. She doesn't like it, but she doesn't hate it either. All she can do is keep walking... Walking... Things keep popping up around her, materializing and vanishing, but it doesn't phase her. That is, until she sees the figure in the distance.