A giant purple crystal rotates slowly, it's going to settle on its front, quite an event, but it's taking days. I'm invited to sleep for a while, a trap. When I wake everything has changed, I'm in an old church and no one can hear me, they ignore me. I ring the bell and they look on in awe. I'm a ghost, my spirit trapped in the church as my body sleeps upstairs, hidden away, doomed never to wake. I wave a sword, the villagers see me as god manifest and flock to services. I whisper dark things in ears but they can't hear me. At least I'm immortal, I think, but then I realise that when my body dies upstairs then I'll fade away and they'll lure a new spirit to the church.