All I can see are bones, whose, I have no idea. I feel them crunch under my feet. I walk and walk but I can find no way out. Then, drip...drip...drip, very slow and loud. It almost sends me off my feet. I follow the sound. It steadily becomes a dull roar. I find a waterfall, but its not made of water, it's made of blood, the blood. The blood of the bones. I walk on until I heared wailing. Normally I would have ran, but something about about this wailing drew me in. I found flesh, the flesh of those who shed thier blood and bones for me. Now I remembered. The pain I caused. The people I hurt. the things I did and there was no way they could fight back. No way they could gain justice. No way for me to attain for my sins.