In the unmapped waste of No- Mans Land a stark monolith stands-arcane and abtruse glyphs are carved upon it-is this some great revelatory truth;could it be directions out of this soul-destroying and featureless void,requiring only that you apply yourself to its decryption?Or better to ignore the stone and plunge on in hope or desperation rather than risk the possibility of prolonging your exile here,and your immobility by degrees becoming inertia and then aparalysis,a living death-better to fall at last spent and exhausted in the attempt to escape or perhaps you are where you should be at this time-between rather than beyond?