You suffered a dramatic failure and have failed your saving throw. Your hit points are lowered by -2.
It feels as if a stone has struck the side of your head. Your eyes can't make out who or what hit you, your raised fists feel as weak as your legs. A darkness begins to envelope the sides of your vision. Quickly it takes over your entire field of vision.
It is under the small, dim, summer star,
You know not who these mute folks are
Who share this unlit place with you--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
You awake on stacks of pillows of blue, red, white and Tyrian purple, surrounded by plates of food and bottles of wine.
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