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There's a swiftly-running river here. Crossing is not recommended, judging by the size and sharpness of those rocks. Unfortunately, it's not really up to you, since the throbbing pain in your leg has finally grown strong enough to black you out. You collapse onto the rocks and promptly die.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.