Join the new world

I wrote this today, please let me know what you think about it. Should I continue?

Into oblivion we shall walk. There is no hope of gain here, no fear of loss, only that which is and that which is not. A grim face hangs in the distance, casting a maniacal gaze on those destined to trod beneath it. This is a familiar place, despite being new, a hazy fog of what was known, and striking beams of light exemplifying the novel aspects of this perverse place.

In the distance there stands a child, a young boy, desperately clinging to a balloon, it is as though if he were to let it go that he would sink into the earth itself. He stands there in stoic defiance to his disposition, even as the string seems to crawl away from his fingers, in an attempt to escape his grasp. Then, as the string slips past his last fingers, the child fades into grey, issuing forth nothing more than a silhouette, far less composed than the original image. The boy is caught, in his last moments, vying against the unseen forces that control this place in a desperate attempt to stay afloat in this world. His last moment lacks dignity, it lacks purpose, it robbed him of his stoic demeanor.

There is nothing that can be done for him, so we just walk by. Noting his demise in our minds and nothing more. Such is the way of this place, there is no room for formal graces, no second chances, no sense of compassion. Only mild bemusement exists in this twisted place. For we cannot change what is and we lack the foresight to prepare for or prevent what might be. This is not a wretched place, but it is not benevolent in its construct either, it simply is, just as those that trek through it simply are.