Die

Barely able to raise your battered eyes to a pinprick of light too far to muster the energy to think of how you'd get there, you decide that your journey might as well end here, at the bottom of a crevasse, broken beyond repair. You hope some day people will find you, and can uncover the bizarre mystery with which your body will confront future archaeologists. Your last few thought are idle musings, gracefully somehow separate from the agony of your carnal vessel.