Darkness. All they saw was darkness.
That didn't stop them though.
They climbed up the cursed mountain - Mount Ebott - in the dead of night. sharp rocks dug into their palms and jagged sticks scraped against their skin, but they didn't care. They were too tired to care. Too damaged from their last painful experience, physical or otherwise. A voice whispered to them, softly, as they climbed further to their supposed doom.
"Die..." It murmured sometimes.
"Leave this world." It would coo.
"Set yourself free from this world." Its voice purred, a sick undertone to it.
They finally reached the top, and they looked around. They could hardly see the trees in the inky blackness, or the long vines stretching across the ground. They took a single step forwards, and hesitated.
"Do I really want to do this?" They thought out loud, looking back the way they came. A strange feeling washed over them, a feeling th