I have seen many things in my time, many places, many people. I have travelled throughout the near totality of Aurbis and encountered almost everything our strange existence has to offer. I've dined with the Dwarfking himself, and slayed countless dragons on Solstheim. But all of my accomplishments and adventures pale in comparison to one. One that i will never forget, unless Hermaeus Mora himself rips the memory from my very flesh covered head.
The Void.
The cold burns, the silence screams, the emptiness is a claustrophobia of sorts that can not be understood without experiencing the  abject terror thereof firsthand. I did, I experienced it. I saw what took place back in those days, those dark, dark days. And I know that the rumours passed from ear to ear, generation to generation are little drops of murderous truth. The void is everything we believe it to be, everything we fear it to be, everything we wish it weren't.
But I got out, and to this day, I am still trapped in the wall-less prison of my mind, knowing that it is coming, what lurks within the Void. That is why I'm talking to you, dear Agent. It is time you know the truth.
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