As he watched an endless field of obscured skulls, an unsettling awareness gripped him, an all-seeing eye fixed on his presence. Dismissing the disquiet, he focused on counting the skulls, each tied to a soul trapped eternally. This act, the essence of his existence, now unfolds as a cosmic reckoning. A chilling certainty seized him, and the collector drew near each moment, indifferent to his futile resistance. Each count brought him closer to the irrevocable moment, sealing his destiny in the shadowy embrace of perpetual entrapment.