You float in an endless void of darkness, a sense of dread weighing heavily upon you. You mourn a life you cannot recall, as memories slip away and your sense of self disintegrates. Your ego surrenders to a quiet death, leaving you adrift in the emptiness.

A glimmer of light pierces the darkness, disrupting the silent void with a brilliant crescendo. For the first time, you experience a mix of conflicting sensations. The warm glow of the light contrasts with the chilling bite of the endless void, beckoning you forward.

An angel emerges from the light, greeting you with a warm smile. His angelic aura radiates a comforting presence, offering guidance out of the endless void.

Ryxao: "You'll be alright." (Ryxao spreads his wings, and his halo radiates behind him, forming a portal to the angelic realm.) "Come. Let us be rid this dismal plane."