𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 || 𝗕𝗟𝗟𝗞

[𝟎𝟏𝟏]

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━━━⊱eleven⊰━━━

WITHIN THE REALM OF DARKNESS, A PROFOUND ABSENCE OF LIGHT PERVADED YOUR VISION. It consumed every fiber of your being, plunging you into an unending chasm that seemed to stretch into eternity. As you gazed into this abyss, a sense of weightlessness accompanied the descent, intensifying the sensation of being adrift in an abyss devoid of any emotion. The frigid tendrils of desolation curled around you, deepening the pervasive sense of isolation that engulfed your existence. Amidst this dreary expanse, a lamentable and inexplicable circumstance perplexed you—why were you here, trapped in this unknown realm? Could it be that death had claimed you? The answer eluded you, lost in the enigmatic depths of your surroundings.

In the realm of shadows, a haunting certainty settled upon you, suggesting that this may be your final chapter, an inexorable fate you were forced to confront. Nevertheless, amidst the profound darkness and desolation, questions gnawed at your consciousness. Why were you cast into this desolate expanse, devoid of company or solace? Your gaze lowered to your own hands, which, bereft of life's vitality, held a pallor reminiscent of the deceased.

Swiftly, you instinctively pressed your hands against your chest, seeking reassurance in the rhythm of your heartbeat, but it was absent. No trace of that vital cadence resonated within you. Yet, despite the absence of a heartbeat, a paradoxical reality unfolded: you continued to draw breath, a living entity in the throes of existence. A sense of bewilderment washed over you, engulfed by the enigma of your nature. What exactly were you in this mysterious state? Were you indeed deceased, or did an inexplicable strand of life still cling to your being? The distinction between life and death became blurred, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

As if summoned by fate, a sudden sound reverberated from behind, jolting you from your contemplation. With caution, you pivoted, your movements imbued with trepidation, to confront the source of the disturbance. A remarkable sight greeted your eyes—a grand screen, imposing in its presence, materialized before you. It flickered to life, unveiling a mesmerizing tableau: a vivid montage of your memories, each fragment intricately woven into the tapestry of your existence. Time seemed to stand still as you became transfixed by this captivating spectacle, engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions stirred by the echoes of your past.

However, the ethereal display vanished as swiftly as it had materialized, leaving you momentarily bereft. Yet, a new sensation gripped your senses—a faint symphony of beeping sounds emerged from the background, resembling the steady rhythm of hospital monitors. The distant echoes of these beeps intermingled with your surroundings, punctuating the air with a sense of urgency and clinical precision. Intrigued and disoriented, you found yourself caught between the enigmatic realms of ephemeral memories and the stark reality of a hospital's sterile embrace.

"I... Am I alive?" You questioned, your voice a mere whisper, barely daring to entertain the possibility that life persisted despite the harrowing ordeal from which you should have met your demise. The weight of this revelation hung heavy in the air, as you grappled with the fragile hope that emerged amidst the aftermath of the seemingly insurmountable tragedy.

Thoughts of Aiku flooded your mind, the vivid recollection of the anguish he must have experienced witnessing your fall from the precipice. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon you, as you pondered the depths of his devastation. A mixture of apprehension and longing consumed you, causing your lip to tremble anxiously. Does Aiku know you're dead? How would he react upon discovering the truth, should it be revealed? The complexities of emotions entwined within you, threading a delicate tapestry of anticipation and apprehension.

However, contemplating your present circumstances, surrounded by the ceaseless echoes of the hospital monitors, a daunting realization took hold. It seemed as though time itself had become suspended in this sterile environment, trapping you indefinitely within its clinical grasp. Here, in this enigmatic realm, you faced an uncertain destiny, poised delicately between the precipice of life and the yawning abyss of death. The unrelenting repetition of those somber sounds cast a somber cloak over your existence, as you grappled with the knowledge that your ultimate fate lay in the delicate balance of possibilities of whether you'd live, or die.

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