Re:Lyra-Starting Life in Another World (Re:Reader-Lyra Edition)

Chapter 19: A Fresh Start

Lyra's consciousness drifted through the void once more. She'd now died a second time in this new world.

I really hope Subaru managed to stay alive long enough to let the scent linger away...If not, we're screwed...

Lyra thought back to what Rem had said about what she could do to make her not doubt her.

It seemed as if flirtation, as odd as it was in t5hat moment, seemed to be the trick...

Thinking far, far, far back, she remembered her first morning at the mansion, when she first woke up after having her mana drained from her body by Beatrice.

Rem: Guest-sama, do you know where you are?

And the only thing Lyra could have hoped to have replied with at the time was:

Lyra: H-h-heaven...

Lyra signed a non-existent sigh and scratched  at her non-existent face out of embarrassment.

That really could have gone better the first time, she thought. Her memory had made her come to one crucial realization, though...

What if that's what Rem meant before I died, that if I had 'swayed her,' she wouldn't have suspected me? But what did that mean, exactly? Any time I had made Rem blush was a time she wasn't so openly hostile towards me...—!

Realizing the connection, Lyra felt the sensation of her consciousness filling back into her own body, ready to be awoken by Rem and Ram as they entered the room to the smell of fresh sheets and flowers.

However, this was not the case...

Feeling her essence be poured into her body, she felt herself standing up on the ground rather than lying in a bed.

No… No! Don't tell me the checkpoint changed!

Panicked, Lyra's mind began to race with what this could possibly mean. For a few moments, her mind seemed like it would go on nonstop, until her vision finally snapped to reality.

White.

Nothing but an intense, never ending expanse of white. Devoid of temperature, devoid of any stimulation.

Turning and looking all about, Lyra confirmed that she was the only entity of existence in this strange realm she had found himself in once more. Taking a breath, she felt no air come in, but in reply, her body did not long for a breath of air either. There would be no satisfaction to the desire for breath. There would be no desire to satisfy a need to breathe.

As Lyra looked about, the same wave of fatigue hit her like the last time she was in this white expanse. With her muscles tiring, her eyes becoming heavy, and her mind struggling to maintain focus, Lyra collapsed to the unfeeling floor and was quickly carried away to slumber.

Lyra awoke and fell asleep an uncountable amount of times . As if unable to fully awake from a dream, Lyra's time awake was never long, yet it was never entirely lucid either. More and more, Lyra began to struggle to determine dream from reality. Was she having dreams of waking up? This time, it felt more like a dream. No. This time, it certainly isn't a dream. Then, why can't she wake up further? How much more can she sleep? How long is she even asleep for when she is? Sometimes it feels so short, but for other times it feels like an eternity.

Slowly, Lyra began to fear that  she would lose her mind due to the lack of stimuli.

But, despite all the dark thoughts, the absent thoughts, the repeated thoughts, and the overall anxiety and fear she was dealing with, her mind yearned to remember. She had one thing, one PERSON, that she needed to hold onto to keep her sanity in check.