The Echoing is a dismal realm. Full of madness and despair.

It is said the Echoing is a vast flat desert of black sandy rock under a pitch black sky. Though there is no sun or moon, or any light source other than the occasional small fires that burn on the horizon, eternally unreachable, vision on the plane is normal as if it were day.

There is a phrase that says the human mind cannot comprehend the overwhelming horror that carries on in the Pit, but the denizens of the Pit, who witness that horror daily, cannot comprehend the overwhelming horror that is the Echoing.

Age, hunger, thirst, poison, and natural healing don’t function in the Echoing, though they resume functioning normally when the traveler leaves.

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