Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Where are you going?" I asked. "The middle of nowhere." "I thought this was it." "Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that's the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.