The first sensation I feel is an overwhelming mixture of everything I have ever felt in my time of being alive, and it leaves me in a state of paralyzation and shock; numb, freezing, burning, sick, the list is endless, and every moment that passes, they grow in intensity.

A bloody stream of vomit and organs push their way out from between my lips, splatting down into a neat pile that spread around my bare feet, and flowed down my chin and covering my chest. I try to scream, try to call for help, but no sound comes out, no sound but an earsplitting screech I could only imagine coming from some terrifying insect.

"Your reward," the escaped creature said in unspoken words, "is the doom of your world. A thing brought unwillingly in the end, but nonetheless brought." I have so many questions to ask. Where are we? How are you alive? The end of my world? Why? But none of those questions come out of my mouth. Instead, each syllable is replaced with the horrible clicking of enormous mandibles and fangs, biting down on a chainmail tongue which flicked about uncontrollably.

"From this side of the Threshold, I have watched your search for this place, cursing each second as this very moment approached; when the last of the free worlds would cross the line, becoming one with this desolate place of torture." The deafening howls of wind forced their way deep into my ears, horrific screams without any source. "The moment the blade of the ringmaster's sword dug into your flesh; the moment your blood spilled onto the journal; at that very moment, your world was doomed.

Your shell may pass away, but every time, your spirit will shed it, growing into a new creature more horrid than before.

The minds of you and all you have loved will fall into a state of bloodthirst and madness, both without ceasing or end.

And for the rest of eternity, the ruins of your grand cities, steeples, and kingdoms will rot before your very eyes, until nothing is left of the worlds but my own. This is my curse, though try to end it I did. In the end, the prying eyes of this world were its own downfall."