The sweet scent of funerary flowers hangs in the air. The funeral was over. You were just another crumbled essence, lightweight and directionless, witnessing the last echoes of the world you left behind.

Then, there he was.

Silent Salt Cookie stood before you, at the quiet end of all things. The single golden eye of his black helmet fixes directly upon you before reaching out an armored hand.

"The funeral is concluded. The last mourner has departed. Come with me."