<Snipped quote by Etcetera>
*Her body is rewinded back and you suddenly feel your vision darkened as a gooey putrid smelling tentacle caresses your shoulder up to your cheek, and moans of a choir of sickening whispers are heard in your mind:* Truest outer c'thon m...mmisttyyhhh... Truest outer c'thon m...mmisttyyhhh... Truest outer c'thon m...mmisttyyhhh... Truest outer c'thon m...mmisttyyhhh... Truest outer c'thon m...mmisttyyhhh... *But in reality there's nothing there, only you felt it, and it drained you making you fall into the magma field without much will or ability to resist*
*Lunges to bite the tendril with the ongoing chant “eat,” and looks disappointed when it disappears before I land in the magma and sink without any visible effort to stop it*