"There is nothing," she says, pressing the heels of her palms hard against her eyes. She thinks of the feeling of safety and comfort that had led her to the edge of the ravine - safety and comfort that had turned out to be lies, only there to lull her into a false sense of security before hitting her with the terrible truth. "There is-- there is nothing, there is dark, there's--"

There's only the void, both within her and without, equally indescribable in both English and Greek.