"𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭."
╰─► ₊˚ After being accused of deceiving all of Fontaine, you, the Child of the Prophecy receives a new chance to live. How can you clean your name and move on from the injustices you met?
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. . ⇢ 𝐓𝐁𝐌 - 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱 ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💧 ꒱ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶
ㅤ╰┈─➤If someone ever asked you which of your experiences facing death was the worst, you would definitely choose that one.
Drowning would definitely enter your list of "Worst ways to die" in one of the highest positions. The feeling of agony as the water forcefully enters your body and the shortness of breath that felt like someone forcibly removing your lungs.
You felt like you were dead, you knew you were, the same feeling as when you first died. It was as if the commands given by your brain were not respected by the rest of your body, which remained motionless.
Underneath you, you could see a kind of starry purple hole. At its epicenter was an eternal void. Water was being drawn into it, but it was impossible to ascertain whether it was actually flowing out of it or not.
You thought that by crossing it, perhaps your end would finally be decreed. Or you would just be reborn again into a life doomed to failure.
Your arms, which were involuntarily stretched forward, would be the first to make contact with the darkness. But contrary to expectations, as soon as they touched the blackness, they passed through it, out of your field of vision.
'What?' Your face contorted in confusion. 'Wait, wait, wait-'
Before you could say anything else, your body passed straight through that obscure screen. Suddenly, everything began to take shape, and that immense sea gradually disappeared.
With every blink you gave, something different appeared in the landscape. One blink and a tree appeared. Another, and buildings formed out of nothing.
The only apparent color was a monochromatic, lifeless gray. Even if things shaped themselves, they remained static, lifeless. There was no sound or movement. Not even the birds that flew overhead moved, they were completely paralyzed in the air.
"It's like I'm inside a newspaper photo." - Crossing your arms, you gradually turned around, trying to take in your surroundings.
Your feet touched the grass below you. It didn't seem to be real, but synthetic.
"Is this some kind of post-mortem that I didn't know about...?"
Running back and forth through the city streets, trying to find some answer to where you were and what had happened to you, that same light reappeared. Its glow flew from side to side as if it wanted you to follow it.
