This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong. The mantra continued on in his head. All thoughts of marriage and the life that came with it were gone. Whatever had happened might very well destroy them. He was so used to feel the presence of things. Everything had its spirit and though the spirits had grown weaker they had still been there. Mana was the essence of the world. But the world around him had died, he realised as he guided them through the park. Things were just things.
"This place is dead. There is no belief here," he said. The words felt like a death sentence and maybe they were.