Nothing
In that place, there is nothing but smashed and broken dreams. The tears of shattered souls who will never dream again. And fear. It is a place where time stops and will never start again. There, the pain never stops. Just repeating. In that place there is nothing.
That place, a purgatory that turn one's sanity to ashes. Dead, gray and full of revelation. Demonic and deranged were those that resigned to this fate.
In that place, there were no dreams because God's will was dead there. In that place, everyone is scarred and stained with blood. Those who lived there knew everything and nothing of the world. Only of the inevitable and everlasting pain. Their eyes void of the naivety but so pure and innocent.
In that place, time stops and never starts again not for those in the shadows nor the dancer forever revolving in the music box.
In that place, there is nothing. In that place, there was everything. And everything was nothing.