Does it really exist? A haven in hell?

If only I could remember.

Why am I here?

Why are we here?

Why were we born into this worthless world only to be deemed sinners in the end?

If only I knew.

The skies were stained in rustic orange and red. The skyscrapers were supported by the ancient broken buildings and tall standing pillars.

The slender pale skin and silver hair stared back with sky dyed eyes.

"So, is this hell?" I asked myself.