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Blessed consciousness. I open my eyes and see - black.
Complete darkness shrouding my whole being. Am I really conscious? I t certainly feels so.
Restricted by cloth, pulled tight against my skin. The air - close and stuffy and very still.
No sound. No sound bar the deep, excruciatingly slow beat of my heart as it begins to pump once more the blood that has remained so still within me for so long. Soon my friends will be coming for me. Taking me back to the outside world that I have neglected.
There is no recollection of the time that I have spent here - only that my transition using dark magics is a lengthy one.
A shuffling from above. Many hands scraping and clawing. At last my time is near. I shall soon be back in the outside world.
Faster now, more frantic are their scrapings. Dull echo of wood. Any moment I shall be back.
Now the wood is splintered. Pale moonlight drifts in through the drifting motes, looking down upon me.
Surrounding the face of the moon are clawed figures, fanged figures who reach down to lift me from my brief death and into my new ever life.
I am at last one with my brothers, and shall join them in their dance. The dance of the Nightghast.
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