infernal_hunger
Oh! Your eyes are opening. Ja! I knew you weren't a mere corpse. Don't try to move, you aren't ready yet. But boy! you make an awful figure.
Be very welcome friend to a gray world full of candid days and long dark nights. You and I have been abandoned in this Earth and left behind after the rapture. We are now akin to demi-gods; harvesters. Given the ability to serve as jury and executioner of those souls now longing to be forgiven, and the power to grant them asylum within the Pantheon's Gardens after death. These damned souls are waiting for us to pluck them like a farmer plucks a juicy mango, or as is more often the case, a decease eating off the land. But the damned are in the billions and there are so few of us. More of us are needed in order to end this Eldritch Night. The state of the world we created with the power of our godly-tier arrogance...
I know right now you are confused, you might even go back to sleep and turn into another corpse. But if... When you are ready - Uh! Emoise guard your soul child. Now I have to go. Maybe we will see each other again in the future. In what terms? That will be for you to decide. So go rest, go rest in peace friend. You see, the night is eternally patient, and it will wait for you to wake up.