Your conscience is drowned with aguish and sorrow and you lose the ability to functionally complete the ritual for the ants.

A memory passes and an image of your dark petty room personifies the emptiness of your life. You wonder what life would have been like if you had taken advantage of the opportunities of your youth. Another memory enters your senses and an image of your early dreams and ambitions fill your bones with a weak desire to complete your past yearnings. You try to close your mind peacefully and let your guilt slowly drown you out of conscience.

Interrupting your internal calm, a sound begins to echo in your head within your final moments...
You strain yourself to hear what the annoyance is and a multitude of high pitched screeches erupts in your ears. It reminds you of the many ants you have forgotten and makes you wonder if their souls have returned to haunt the last moments of your life. The shrill howling in your ears brings excruciating pain to your limp body.
As you struggle, it feels as if a million needles have been sewn into your skin, demanding brutally to escape your burning flesh.

You slowly close your eyes as pain overtakes you.