My garbled yowls reach fever pitch. Formless evil rises from the depths in spurts of inky blackness. Corrosive pestilence ravages my flesh. The miasmic sky revels in my pain with each heartbeat. I watch my extremities tear away and atomize in the ravenous wind. I percieve a warm hand embrace the tendrils of my psyche. As this kind presence surveys my soul, the hold cools and turns frigid. Numbed, I feel my only possible hope desert me. And again I am alone in the deepening storm.