The pain in your wrists gets worse and worse and the world fades away into a blackness. Your skin begins stretching and ripping. Bursting open spilling organs and still you live. Throat smashed by unseen iron. You cannot breathe. Your lungs explode with need for air. But you don't die. Your eyes are scorched by burning dust in the air and your bowls erupt and drag out your intestines. This routine goes on in cycles for three thousand years. You never get used to the pain. But now something is changing.