Stepping into the Way of NonBeing, you find nothing but darkness. There is nothing here, nothing to stand on, but you do not even feel you are falling. As the portal closes behind you and winks out of existence, you are left completely alone. As if someone had pulled the pin which holds you together, you feel yourself disintegrate, ending in simple nothingness. Before your ears tear free, you hear the voice of an old woman, cackling in the shadows.

The life of man entire is misery
He finds no resting place, no haven from calamity
But something other, dearer still than life
The darkness hides and the mist encompasses
We are proved luckless lovers of this thing that glitters in the underworld.
No man can tell us of the stuff of it, expounding what is, and what is not.
We know nothing of it.
Idly we drift on idle stories carried.