Colossal pillars piece the deep, dense fog, ominously splintering the quiet horizon as far as the eye can see before they make their abrupt withdraw into the cold, windy abyss. Life somehow survives on these stingray-shaped isles at this realm's edge. 

Others have been here before my arrival. Where did they go?
Where am I?

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