Warhamer 40k the outsider

Darkness for so long... trapped, stuck for so long, darkness is all I can remember I have been here so long, so tired my only hope is a blurry memory of light, a past life that I can't remember. The memorie like a dream so perfect, yet so distinct... faces that I feel I should now... Gist when I thought that I would never escape, that I would loose the little hope I had left, then it hit me the color! so muth color, hope fulled me that I would escape the darkness, as if responding to my thoughts the color reatshes out, with a long tentacle made from moving, changing colors "whispers begun fulling my mind, promises of power, to have my every wish made real." I reached out towards the the ocean of color like a drowning man would reach out to land. The touch of the power it felt soothing, the tentacle of power raps around me , then it happened the power it felt wrong, twisted, but by then it was to late, the trap already sprang. I felt like pray about to be eaten and to be honest, I was ready to die I was so tired... what is that! so brith, the lith it's getting briter, it's blinding "my mind goes blank.