3,457
The countless eyes on the moon stare at you. You hear piercing wailing from all around. You cannot move from where you are, the gaze of the moon locks you down. Vaguely, you become aware of the sound of shifting of dirt and stone.
A hand grasps onto your ankle, you cannot stop staring at the moon.
A hand grabs you shoulder, you still stare at the moon.
A dozen hands grab your back, the moon closes its eyes.
You are pulled apart by the hundreds of hands that are now grasping you. You feel nothing, no pain. Only wishing the moon would stare at you once again
You have died for your 3,458th time.
A hand grasps onto your ankle, you cannot stop staring at the moon.
A hand grabs you shoulder, you still stare at the moon.
A dozen hands grab your back, the moon closes its eyes.
You are pulled apart by the hundreds of hands that are now grasping you. You feel nothing, no pain. Only wishing the moon would stare at you once again
You have died for your 3,458th time.
