Your name is Inarii Vulpes, and half your guts are hanging out of your body.
Now, it wasn't always this way. In fact, just a few minutes ago, all your organs were inside your body, as they should be. But during this fight against Underlings, you got a slash to the torso. And now you're on the ground, burgundy blood splashed onto most anything around you, soaking into the nearby paddy, and your guts are hanging outside your body.
You are dimly aware of a loud screech, then bright red (the odd, odd coloring of Underling blood) sprays into view, mixing with your own. The black spots in front of your eyes grow more expansive as a familiar and loved face hovers over your own, before you are picked up gently, held close to the dark green and black clothing of your matesprit. A beat later, and you two are in the air, indigo wings beating fast to an unknown location as you fade away more and more.
The landing could be smoother, but you are almost too far gone to notice.
You notice, vaguely, a large cocoon surrounded by more paddies, ruins of some building around the cocoon as if it was inside something great once. Your matesprit enters the cocoon, before gently laying you on the slab with a symbol you've seen throughout your land, and even on Derse, but briefly there. You only linger long enough to give one last smile to your beloved matesprit, thinking of how your moirail and kismesis will react at your admittedly gruesome death, before you fully fade away, closing your eyes for what surely must be the last time. A bright beige light keeps them closed for a while.
Then suddenly, you can open them again, and you're on Skaia with a new pair of wings on your back and a new power resting beneath your skin.
You are Inarii Vulpes, Sylph of Life. And you are alive again.