<A decayed black haired Corpse lies face down in the garden. Mangled, and free.>
<Its legs have been ripped apart, a small red crab clawing its way out. It was the only thing blood colored that escaped from The Corpse.>
<A terrible stench floods the air, it's thick and fog-like as it curls around the wind, settling Rot onto the already dying garden.>
<A horrid dark mossy substance spills from the open dry wounds clawed along the corpse, staining the grass below.>
<It is dead.>
<Irrecoverably so.>
<Hovered over The Corpse is a woman of the Earth. Dirticia stares silently at The Corpse, her hands cover where her mouth should be. Shock and terror spread over both the flesh of The Corpse and Daughter of Nature's face.>
<What a terrible fate…The Impurity is No More>
<Enter the Decomposer>
