Soon, the source comes into view. A long-legged creature is shuffling along, with spindly limbs and a bloated stomach, yet at the same time, an emaciated ribcage. The flesh seems rubbery, sallow and waxy, a shade of grey. The face sags, and bulbous eyes poke out, almost empty, devoid of anything resembling happiness, and the mouth consists of two large lips. The creature is unarmed.<br/><br/>"...all will die, I know, I know, but we don't have to be the first, no we don't, others can come first, all we can ever hope for is that, even the sun will one day go out, they'll rise up one day, all will go, all will die, all we can ask for is to die<em>after</em>everyone else does, after-."<br/><br/>It finally notices the person in front of it.<br/><br/>"You're a sky born and a surface born, you come from the lands above, what are you doing here? Did you come to hear my wisdom, to learn of the dreadful things that await us all, to hear the tales of my life, perhaps?"