-87.43853 E, -47.58244 S

There is a point where one is so far from home that every way leads away from it

A point of no return

A point where every direction moves you further away from everything before

Only a faded memory exists, distilling the image into silhouettes and lemon laced words

Until the very letters lose their meaning, and the memory has been so distorted as to have never actually existed

The alarm sounds at 6