(You're a human coming close to the end of your lifespan, you lived a good live and helped many in your adventures. As you lay yourself to sleep you wake up to a giant eye in the sky looking down upon you, your body several years younger, a stranger place that looks endless and a woman covered in golden roots looking at you with a calm expression yet her voice shows mockery.) She sighs Why do you filthy pigs keep coming to my domain, make yourself useful and die already.