From the stillness of a disembodied existence, wisps of lightless light surpass a familiar presence; You, an unseated entity stirred by the clutch of undying mists.
Suddenly, You are bathed in excruciating light as your senses turn inward; You breathe stagnant air, and blink with lidless eyes. You don’t belong here.
For the first time since the last time, You hear a voice;
“It failed. Throw them back into the meat-hole, Deadmund!”
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