I remember seeing it so clearly. A black box moving in the distance.
I knew I must have it— my very Sanity depended upon it.
So I asked, “What will I have to give to obtain it”?
It sprung into my Mind and Spoke, “You will See your Death.”
And I saw them.
Ripping and Tearing at my Veins with their strong sharp Claws, and powerful Jaws.
All around me Cries of pain and the stench of 100 year-old rotting corpses.
The pulling apart of my limbs by way of sheer force. The weight of my intestines straining my insides toward the Muck. The paralyzing Cold of the sharp piercing Stone beneath me, cutting me at the slightest movement.
Crunching and Crackling sounds of an unbearable Symphony fill my drums with great torture.
I float away into the Nothing.
I see what I have done.
I understand what I must do.
I no longer belong here. I no longer exist.
I will leave a part of my Essence behind in the hopes that you will find your way, but with far less pain.