Our grave is outside of known space and time... We killed our names... Ourselves... You may see where you slit our throats... I feel the blood trickle out... But it was a different time and space than that which is already those woven into the fabric of all realities... So the feeling and pain becomes an after thought instantly... Understand, it was empty because we pulled ourselves to a point, and 12 versions of our best selves killed the version looking to forget... Something else was there...