You zap yourself with an opal wand.
You feel yourself moving more slowly.

A sudden pain erupts through your skull.
A voice whispers 'As you sow, so you shall reap.'.
A voice whispers 'Death is too good for the likes of you.'.

You wake and stand up.

People near you:
(PK) me                    On a Plateau

All that comes out of your mouth is the sound of silence.