There was a curious sense of Absence, as if whatever Presence had been in the cave had left, leaving it completely vacant. I barely had enough time to realize that I was all alone again before the ground quaked under my feet, bucking violently, throwing me into the air. I crossed my arms over my head, afraid that I was going to crash into the top of the cave. Instead I passed through the rocky ceiling and sailed beyond into the gray void.

I flew for a time, heading toward a bright light that emitted dancing colors. At some indeterminable point, the sense of purposeful flying turned into muted feelings of panic as I began to fall uncontrollably. Faster and faster I fell, through blinding whiteness, and thorough darkness, until I crashed into a hunk of dead meat. There was a brief moment where it acted as a wall that blocked me from going any further. Then, with a sickening lurch, I slid into the dead flesh and became one with it.

Wailing and thrashing about, I tried to push all that deadness away from me.