The second nerve strand brought a colder symbol:
She saw an ancient tree, with countless chains hanging from it.
At the end of each chain hung a vague humanoid.
Those figures swayed gently in the breeze, like hanged prisoners.
But more terrifyingly, she saw one chain was empty, waiting for her arrival.
Countless eyes were staring at her, filled with anticipation and greed.
They were waiting for her to willingly walk towards that empty chain, to become part of this collection.
This image revealed another kind of fate:
She would be collected by some powerful being, becoming part of their private divination tools.
When the third nerve strand was touched, her consciousness fell into a grayish void:
No shapes, no sounds, not even darkness.
For darkness, at least, is "something." Here, it was pure void, the opposite of existence.
In this void, she felt herself dissolving bit by bit.
Not the death of the body, but a deeper disappearance.
