L'Appel du Vide

The French have a phrase for the feeling you getWhen you stand near the edge of some parapetA whispered idea starts to form in your headTo get near to the edge only three steps aheadAnd hark, listen up! A voice starts to callIt’s the call of the void. It invites you to fallIt bids you to come and suppose with the senseAnd to dance with the dread, and to soak in suspense-Dan Foster, "L'Appel du Vide"Grian hadn't known what to expect, when he finally gave into the voices. But this strange server, inhabited with the ghosts of his friends and strangers he's never known at all, was certainly not it.ORThe prize of the victor is the ability to remember. Their curse is to forget everything else.