The sun shall rise no more.
The air will turn to ash in your lungs.
Fire shall not warm you, but devour.
Water will turn to blood upon your lips.
Silence will be your only companion.
The wind will whisper your doom in every breath.
Sleep shall bring no peace, only torment.
Your cries will echo, unanswered, in the void.
Every shadow hides a thousand eyes, waiting.
The ground will open, but mercy will not follow.
Time itself will wither, leaving you to rot forever.