It was here. It wasn't when I came here that I became truly conscious of my own death for the first time.
Surely no one will discover my corpse.
I doubt there will be any items left behind to be discovered after I die.
I will die, unable to leave a trace.
Scary.
I am so scared.
My back teeth began making a chattering sound before I had realized it.
Impulsively, I wanted to just unleash a loud shout, but instead I just gripped my staff tightly.