In The Cascade of Memory

"When someone is on the brink of death, they see a rapid sequence of their life memories."

It wasn't glimmering and warm dresses in a shining and glamorous palace that appeared.

Instead, the feeling of freezing cold breeze seeping through every hole in her tattered dress, with her numb feet stomping the rough and wet soil, returned. Her delighted face looked up towards the rainy sky, welcoming every falling raindrop.

And then there was the warmth of her hand, holding onto another's. Onto his.