This is most likely the end of my set of posters on the Fears. The Vast and the Buried complement each other well, and I tried to bring that out here.
The Vast gives you freedom to roam with nothing in the way, but nowhere to go to. You could walk for miles and the land would be entirely indifferent, as if you hadn’t taken a single step. The Buried gives you the promise of the surface, a way out, so close yet so far, if only you could move. Endless nothing, or endless everything. Two entirely different hells.
