Your cold body said on the grassy, forest floor. It seems your time had finally came. You have died.

...But will you stay that way...?

A moment dressed as an eternity passes, and a little pink flame wanders through the area in which you sleep so peacefully..

La Danse Macabre had been looking for you.

La Danse Macabre, lets just call them Macabre, floated over to your body, a sleek but magical scythe in hand. They raised it high, staring at you with their pink, almost beady eyes. Your body lay lifeless, as Macabre prepared to bring your corrupted self back from the dead. All with a scythe, and not a word.