This is your last chance to TURN BACK

The Ox will offer you its key and say, "Leviathan."

The third creature with the face like a man offers its key and says, "Clithridiate."

Lastly, the creature that is like an Eagle will offer you the final key and say, "Psithurisma."

As the last key is presented, you hear brittle crackling, like autumn leaves from the movement of dead skin from behind you, followed by the loud clank of chains falling to the ground.

Make your choice. Make it quickly. The Bi'ish are beginning to stir. Once they see you, they will catch you, and they will kill you. Make your choice! You will know which one to choose. I promise. Take the key and run. Run faster! Run faster. They are coming! Their howls are high pitched gurgles and hisses. The screeches build as they close the distance between you and them. The slices of their blades come closer and closer. The blood pouring out of your mouth and nose cannot slow you down. Run faster! Run faster! Do not stop until you reach the church of worship! Head straight for the dark glass you saw when you first awoke in the church; do not slow down. Run headfirst into it! Crash into the mirror! Do not look back! Do not look back! Whatever you do, do not look back!

You will awaken shortly. The pools of water are now dried up Earth, cracked and barren. The moon should be at its peak height in the sky, covering the land in its red glow. In the distance on the plain, you should see a piercing shimmer of light. It is only temporary. As the moon loses its red shade, the beacon too begins to diminish in darkness.

I am so sorry you are in so much pain, dearest little one. It pains me to ask any more of you. Your body has so little left to give; it is so weak and fragile. But I must ask one last thing of you. One final plea I must beg of you. You must reach that beacon of light in the distance before the last of the red moon shines down upon it, or you will be trapped. I am here for you. Push aside all the pain and despair. Listen to my voice and use everything you have left and get to that light. Now!

Abaddon is here. Even from miles away, his arrival knocks you off of your feet. Get up, little one! There isn't much time. Abaddon is near, and his thoughts are of nothing but you.

You see the brilliant beam of light shoot up into the sky. The source of this powerful beacon comes from an archway standing on an empty plain. Within the archway is a massive and majestic door standing in the emptiness. With the key in hand, you must get that door open before the red moon shines down upon it no more and any hope of saving you is lost forever. Ignore the wheezing sound you make when you breathe. Pull open that door! The blood from your mouth is everywhere making it hard for you to get a good grip on the door handle. Pull harder! You only need to open it enough for you to squeeze through! The light is almost gone. Pull! Pull! Pull!

You did it! Get in and shut that door as fast as you can and lock it! The light is gone!

It is done!

If you place your ear to the door, you may hear something that sounds like buzzing or fluttering; a sound that could only be made by the flapping of a million wings. There will be scraping, and there will be beating on the other side of the great door; then only screams.

Behind you is a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. Walk into the light and claim your reward, my little one.

Epilogue

I walked into the bright light. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the brightness, but I could already feel a warm breeze on my face and hear a trickling from a nearby stream. Everything slowly comes into focus. The most beautiful valley spanned out in front of me. It was made of hills of green, sprinkled with every color imaginable where the most beautiful flowers peppered the landscape.

I walked toward the clearing and saw a crystal blue pond. I dipped my cupped hands into the water and drank. It soothed my chapped lips and parched throat. It was amazingly sweet, and there was an odd sensation as I swallowed the water. It was like a shock from a tiny bit of electricity, but without any pain, only satisfaction. I then caught the scent of something new and intoxicating. On the far side of the pond was a gathering of trees. I instantly knew that among these, there was one that is the source of that unceasing smell; I knew there was no other like it. Its leaf, its flower, and its bark would never wither, and its red fruit would be so beautiful and delicious.