Prologue: What Am I?

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No other feeling could be described as the one I'm feeling right now.

Were I drowning or having my breath stopped, my lungs couldn't take the air within them. I tried to cough, to fight this nonsensical sensation my mind had, but nothing happened.

Ethereal as it seemed, I was Dead.

87 years old.

That was the time myself got involved in this so-called Earth, I made all kinds of memories and shared them to those I loved.

That's right, my...

Wait.

Who?

Who were those people again?

What are people to begin with?

W-

Cracks joined inside my encephallon. A terrible premise began.

It crashed. It broke my rat-



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It pitched black and white, grey and red. Blood went through a figure in the background.

Eye sockets cried.

I tried to move my hands to my own head.

No response either.

Was I going to die?

Or... was this another life? Was I going to die in the afterlife?

No wonder my luck has always been so bad.

Did I ever have luck... or moments where I needed it?

No other option was left.

There's also something.

Could I even think? Was I allowed to make such action in my current state?

This is not the expectation I was anticipating for when I finally gained the ability to breath once more.

That surrounding area led by the unknown was still present, but I didn't feel like I was drowning anymore. I was on a surface. Lied down on my back, I could feel things again, that was the first thing I noticed which made me honestly joyous.

Oxygen entered my organs, I was finally able to move and cough.

I didn't ask for it, but it seems I got revived. 

Everything seemed blue, I could see the sky from above as well. 

Tears ran down through my eyes, they were normal tears.

There was an ample sea as well. I could see bubbles dancing through the air, but the air seemed as soft and fresh as when I lived. A full scenery full of dawn lights illuminated all the place, which seemed infinite and wholesome.

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