The wind blows with an eerie shrill. The moon, frozen, shimmers in the
black sky as the stars wills itself in position. You stand still in your
place.

A sudden chill starting from the soles of your feet, crawls up towards the
back of your neck. Staring down at the lifeless feet, you realize it has
broken all ties with you. With a mind of its own, no longer does it desire to
move forward. You feel a burden on your chest gradually intensifying as the
darkness envelops you. Looking around, you realize there is not one in sight.

Everything fades as you close your eyes and the tears cascade down your
face. You are alone. You see no exits. Perhaps it is time to express yourself
in the final exit.

But wait! What is this sound you hear? Off in the dissonance you make out a
faint whisper. 'Come my friend.' Perhaps you are hallucinating. But no, you
hear the whisper once more! 'Come my friend.'

Do you hear the calling? For heroes to rise in the night deserted. For the
Falling, of fhe Frightening, the Horrifying, and the Menancing. Do you hear
the singing? Of elves and dwarfs as they rejoice in the night, dancing as the
weatlth showers all around.

Come and take my hand. Walk with me to that place where many do not go at this
dreadful hour. You are not alone. You see the exit from despair. Perhaps it is
time to express your ultimate end.

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