You have gone past the point of no return, you are sure of it. The silence has not been broken once since you arrived here. You are unsure what your goal is, only that you desire to move forward. You would sigh, if you could, but by this point you are very sure you do not have a body. You attempted to look at your hands while walking. Your mind didn't even bother attempting to superimpose the outlines of your hands. There was nothing there.

Regardless, you must carry on. Your progress has felt agonisingly slow and miniscule, perhaps you could speed it up. Or, perhaps you could try something else?