Giving up and lamenting about my loss was easy, thanks to the memories added to my frail mind belonging to a young Agromancer who lost her hometown, her family and her future and the dryad who lost her mother and only friend. It added atop of my dark thoughts about the people that my viruses killed and I stopped moving, slowly sank into the embrace of the bone-mesh, grey wall.

  One by one the light of my tentacle-threads faded away and I became one with the wall, my mind slowly drifting away into empty nothingness.

  I didn’t know how much time had passed.

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  Maybe an hour, maybe a thousand years. Time was meaningless in the Astral depths where nothing moved. Time was meaningless to me, because I was a lost little soul without a home, with no way to return to earth and no future.

  Something flashed in front of me.

  I awoke.

  A strange, fractal jellyfish was roaming the wasteland of broken men. Its tentacles sucked the remnants of life and memories out of the hollow, dead things. I tried to move and found that I was fused into the wall.

  The silver-blue jellyfish reached me, grew in size as it got close, increasing ten, then hundred, then a thousand times in size. Its threads grabbed at me, sliced me out of the wall of corpses and flung my body into its gaping maw.

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