The Worst Story Ever Told is the Story that never ends.

Here, in this place, a single moment has been removed, stretched onto forever, and stuck between the first tick of the clock and the second.

At times, those outside of this space may find themselves under the complications of extreme circumstances. These may then cause specific problems to arise as a malady from the body, from the soul as annihilation, from the mind as desperation, or from all three as insanity. When such creatures are broken down in this fashion, they may find themselves slipping into this place, forever prolonging their own personal world-ending moment.

May the rock be the idea from which all is broken.

May the air be the colors from which all is broken.

May this space be the temple from which all is broken.

May this be the worst story ever told, and may it never end.