....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Another voice calls to you, a power from out of the darkness. It beckons you closer, to heed its words, and listen to its creed. Do you dare to listen to the voice out of darkness?

The gentle beat of a distant heart. It warms you, invites you, stirs your own heart to action. Alas, it was for nought.

As you venture down the dark hallway, guided only by the sound the heartbeat that lured you in, you feel a tightness about your chest, a coldness creeping up your body. The heartbeat grows louder, pounding in your ears. Your legs grow weak. You stumble and collapse, the beating louder and louder in your head.

The heartbeat was yours.

It lasts only a moment more, before it stops.

Your journey appears to have ended here, alone in the darkness of a labyrinth, betrayed by the very thing that gave you hope. Fret not over the End. The End is inevitable. Nought could be done. We are but dust and bone, animated for a short time, before returning to our inert state. Does this frustrate you? Sadden you? Shed not a tear for the inevitable End. Nought could be done. Let us return to our own, hand-in-hand, and sleep forever more under the cover of night.