This place thrives on need and want and desire. The world you have passed through rewards only those who strive.

And yet, all around you is numbness and apathy. Those who have spent all of their hope in pursuit of the goal. Those who have sunk deeper and deeper into the dark waters, unbreathing and unsleeping and still needing that which they set out to find, but unable to move.

The dark waters around you, those waters of bleak depression, are physical as well as metaphorical. Bones gently bob to and fro in the ever so gentle sway of the dark sea. To stay here is to admit defeat. To stay here is to accept that you will never find it.