Gripped by the cold embrace of death, you succumb to the darkness...

Darkness takes its hold over you, denying you vision beyond sepulchral shadow and labyrinthine
passage. Each breath draws acrid bitterness to your tongue, an overwhelming burn and taste that
threatens to wither you to naught.

But you persist.

Amid a deluge of shade and soul you stand, each passing figure a silent spectre of untold fate and
untold purpose. They speak not, and you speak not to them.

Sharp like a surge of static upon the flesh, a sudden jolt of pain prods at you from behind. You
pivot and twist back, gazing into the endless deluge of death-borne shades.

Glancing around, you see nothing but the endless, maze-like domain that is the Soulreams - and all
who struggle within them.

Instinct and curiosity alike drive you into action as you step forward, pushing against the ethereal
tide of those that lived and died.

They resist your motion, or perhaps you struggle to press ahead on this path that fate has bid you
not to walk.

But advance, you do.

The strength of gale winds pushing back at you. The flow of an ocean tide that wants only to cast
you back to shore. This and more you endure with every step through otherworldly hall and past
silent soul.

And then, you stand alone.

Nothing surrounds you, bar the twilight of cessation that refuses to ever wane in this tomblike
maze. You stand alone, on path far lost and untread.

What will you make of it? What mystery shall you solve?

What constraint will you break? What fate will you define?

Your chest shakes as an agonising thump echoes through you, a rythmic pulse and beat that sends you
collapsing onto the cold stone.

Immobile from the pain and unable to stand, you instead tilt your head up and gaze at stars that
should not be - the sidereal constellations of Sapience gleaming behind a ceiling of wrought glass.

Coldness returns to your limbs, and a flash of light blinds you; the grip of the Finality's demesne
suddenly weakens. With a gasp of chemical-laden air and a first jerk of stiffened muscles, you lurch
forward back into new life.