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TWO 「illusory & dizzy」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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THE TIES THAT tethered her to her body had been severed. She had a strong sense of déjà vu, feeling as if she had been sent back in time. Floating through a desolate void, edging on consciousness. Just like the first day in the Glade, having to swim through the longing darkness until she could find her way back. Reaching for the ropes to pull herself back to the ground.
But the ropes were too far away this time.
The voices of lost souls filled the silence. Their wails ripping through the empty space. They wailed and whispered and pleaded and begged. Begged for forgiveness. For mercy. For justice.
They cried until the void cried back, "Quiet!"
Everything ceased at once. Back to stillness. Beggars turned into weeping statues.
Sylvia could have spent minutes there. Days, months, years, decades even. She had no way to tell. Everything moved so fast and slow at the same time that it all seemed utterly impossible.
Ribs cracked and hearts tore and lungs collapsed. There was no yesterday or today or tomorrow. There was only now. She would live in the plane of lost souls—limbo.
