The field doesn't want to allow that. The grass has already woven itself around your arms and legs to strap them down. Some of it pierces your flesh, as the bit creeping up your shoulder has done, working its way deep within. The ground around you is soaked with blood, and the flowers - they are much larger than they were before.

You could choose to just give up, but you could persevere for days now so, you probably want to do that huh, what's a single point when you've read every book.