img caption (2/2), second-person death
You spend the next thousand years or so shackled to a legion of fellow spirits, mumbling the same words over and over again. It's a story of some kind, though you repeat it so often that it loses all meaning. Occasionally Librosteus will call you up, and listen to you tell your tale. But most of your time is spent in darkness, whispering, and listening to the whispering of the thousand other ghosts around you.