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POD 14

Date: 9th Month, Day 2, 2197

With just a sliver of sight I open my eyes to look. Blindingly painful to greet, the white light pierces my eyes like the sun reflecting off a snow covered field. It parades through me like a sharpened blade, and I quickly close my eyes. In its absence i am left only with the deepening crimson of my blood filled lids.

Where am I?

Sickness spread from the base of my skull radiating across my forehead.

I must be injured, maybe ill, what happened? I can't remember anything.

I inhale deeply, but my lungs are already filled. They burn in agony as I let out a shallow breath.

I can't breathe!

Panic arises in the back of my throat in the form of a scream yet there is no sound.

"HELP" ! I mouth. But no one can hear me. There is no sound, there is nothing.

I'm dying, maybe I'm already dead. Is this what death feels like?

I will my body to move but nothing happens.

Stop panicking, you're being ridiculous, you're not dead!

I strain once more to open my eyes. This time I am successful. Still there is nothing except white. I try to sit up but my body refuses my commands. There's a noise, somewhere in the distance, or maybe right next to me. My senses are failing. There is no scent to this achromatic space. Besides pain I feel nothing. No cool air upon my skin nor heat to warm it. My mouth is dry and tasteless. I am nowhere.

Something is here. In this white space with me. I think I see something in the corner of my eye. Through the white light there is a darkness. My heart beats rapidly in my ears as the darkness approaches.

It's coming for me. I use every bit of energy I can muster to move or scream and yet nothing happens. My body fails yet again. It's here, the darkness is by my side.

" Oh good you're awake, Welcome to the Oasis Magda, we're so happy to have you".

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