He hears distant voices scream as he lets gravity take hold of him as he falls in the sheer unwelcoming cold of the void, keeping his sockets closed as sharp, excruciating pain shoots throughout his body as if he is being pulled apart and put back together in just a span of a few seconds.
̶E̶r̶r̶o̶r̶ chokes back a sob as the abyss wraps around his whole being, his SOUL.
From what feels like an eternity, not being able to think anything but agony, ̶E̶r̶r̶o̶r̶ feels no more.
Everything feels numb, blank. He assumes that his body has endured so much hurt that everything no longer feels painful.
Until he feels the comfort of warmth embrace his body, slowly making the pain seep away from his bones.
Then he does finally let go of the hold of the mask over his emotions where his SOUL cries out as he reaches out. From the warmth, he can make sense of what is being delivered, a message.
"Rest." And he does, feeling HOPE bloom in his SOUL that he can finally rest.
Then he wakes up in a dumpster.
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