The compass forgets its way home.

Strike your final match.

Spend your last shotgun round.

Survive a creature hunting you in the dark.

Forget your shape in the dark.

You can no longer stoop for the fruit at your feet.

Deal a hand of Rang Milanti alone in the dark.

Light a diya for the Mother.

Hear Tridha sing through the static.

The rain went on without you.

The rain fell on, and you could not drink it.

The forest keeps what it has made of you.