FOR INSTANCE, THIS ISN'T AN ELEVATOR.
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What?
No!
You writhe above the growing Deathtrap below, paws slipping on the rocky surface above. Teeth gritted, you're sure you'll slip any moment now, and you look down to face your final moments. Confusion spreads across you, and you shudder. A void opens just below you, and a creature made of organs steps out, its non-face a veil of skin. The horseman Death shimmers in the low light before becoming a being of blue energy, ghosts crawling out of the portal behind it.
"Jump," says Death Herself, arms outstretched. The Lost behind her gaze up at you, curious, without their faces.
Your arms give out, and you fall. You can't feel Her arms, but they hold you all the same, her hair and lack of face shining down on you like a lighthouse. She floats effortlessly to an island in the storm of vines, her entourage of ghosts following. For a brief moment, you wonder why the Deathtrap won't take them, but you can't stop shaking.
This is it. You've met Death.