Be certain you destroy before it takes you. The words of the old man who in death gave me this golden idol. Warm in my hands. It spoke to me. Promising me... everything... if only... I did not throw it into the chasm. I threw it, but also myself with it. For its clutch, its promise had such a hold on me. I fell with it and somehow remained alive. When I awoke at the bottom of darkness, all I saw was the golden glow. It taunted me. It knew it had me.