The moment you ask to be returned home, you hear these words in your brain:

YOU ASK US TO BE KIND, BUT KINDNESS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING A U-TY.

The U-TY reply chills you to the bone. But you have little time to think about it. The glowing U-TY forms blend into a yellowish mist that slowly darkens into blackness, and you can no longer see, hear, touch, or smell. The darkness and the air of the chamber thicken and close in, and you know nothing but the hope that your life may begin again... in a billion years.

/ENDING Nº19/