"Welcome to the LiSD Program. For a world free from the suffering that our ancestors went through, for a world free of pain, we offer you LiSD serum."
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"Rudra died in the dreamscape."
Durga scrawled the words into her notebook, her vision blurred by the steady flow of tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her hand trembled as she set the pen down, the weight of those words sinking into her like a stone. A hollow emptiness spread through her chest, unlike anything she had ever felt before. The silence around her was suffocating, the kind that only grief could bring.
She knew next to nothing about death in the dreamscape. What happened to people when they died there? Did they vanish from reality as well, or did their minds linger in the void? The answer awaited her in her next LiSD treatment. But the thought of facing that future without Rudra gnawed at her soul like a parasite.
Setting her notebook aside, Durga crawled onto her bed and curled up, pulling her knees to her chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if that could stop the images from replaying in her mind. Rudra's twisted body, his neck snapping with that sickening crack, his blood-splattered face frozen in terror—it all looped relentlessly in her thoughts, a nightmare she couldn't escape.
She shouldn't have involved him. That was her first mistake. She had dragged him into this mess, chasing after secrets she wasn't meant to uncover. She had set the chain of events in motion, and now Rudra was dead, his life snuffed out before her eyes, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Tears soaked the fabric of her suit as her sobs racked her body, her mind spiraling into an abyss of guilt and sorrow. Rudra, her Rudra, was gone. Gone in a way that felt so final, so brutal, that the very air around her seemed to press down like a heavy shroud.
She lay there in the darkness, her heart aching with a grief that seemed to stretch into eternity. Even in the cold, distant future, where everything was supposed to be logical and controlled, death still had a way of ripping everything apart.
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