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The beasts pull you down, through the ground and into the shadows of their lair. They feast on your body, like impatient vultures, too eager for the feast to wait until you are dead. After every last bit of your body is gone, they latch onto your mind, eating your memories and emptying out your soul. A few remnants of emotion remain, a lingering fear like the aching of the body you no longer have. They eat that as well, crunching down on your soul until there is nothing left...

Nothing left of you. Your existence is not even a memory. At least the darkness would have left something behind.