>>6131860>You awaken to darkness and try to move onto to feel yourself contained in what feels like a box, instinctively you push against the walls of it, to little avail, but with another push the top begins to give and slowly you move the stone slap atop of you the sound of stone scrapping on stone filling the coffee until the lid falls off loudly and the sight before you…..a red sky.>You emerge, with a sigh, your head cloudy, as you see a skyline of red, stepping out of whatever you were in, and take a moment to look back at the….coffin you once inhabited, somehow the rubble, you died in was now this? With an engraving on it. You….were crushed, was your body moved? To here….where is here? >Looking out into the distance in a field of red grass, red rivers and a sea of coffins. As the rushing of a river beside you makes causes a shudder to run up your back remembering the feeling of your ribs being crushed. Instinctively putting a hand over your chest just to feel an odd silken garb and something wooden underneath. Oh god, that’s not skin. Panic grips your heart snaking around it like a serpent, the newly born one hobble’s toward the river for you need to see how you’ve been malformed.
>You walk and feel like a calf on ice, your muscles despite not being used for who knows how long doesn’t seem to be an issue, as it is the length and width of them that feel odd as if the soles of your feet have changed as well.>You walk forward to the river but feel an immense heft drag against you, as if something is sticking out from one’s own spine, tugging you with its weight. Tumbling to your knees….is that your shadow? It is and now bears two immense wings now. You look down at your hands and see webs and an odd black power coating them, now feeling more akin to leather than flesh. Now on your knees and crawling across the red grass, mind racing. As you stare into a nearby river of flowing crimson only a few feet from your resting place. 