She took her last breath. She was most certain of it. And then she felt as if she was being lifted into the air without the weight of her body. She felt light as a feather.
After that, there was a distinct scream of terror. It was the voice of torture, an agonizing expression of the million thoughts all considered at once, everywhere in substance and taken altogether. It sounded more like a triumphant banshee of the most devious and ugly kind of certain neglect. It was quite errie as much as it is curious.
Suddenly, there was a deafening silence. The blinding white light has long been gone, and now the darkness is starting to set in. The vision was blurred by its independent eyewitness account of the form of existence, taken in direct proportion to the occurence of a certain period of time, thoroughly and efficient, the corresponding spatial requirement, notwithstanding.
And then, she immediately noticed that she was no longer breathing. She started to wake up with the same feeling of being drowned in a huge body of water while being tossed around by the erratic waves, yet, she has no energy to simply awaken from this seemingly deep slumber.
She can now feel the water around her as she started to hear the anger of the waves trying to brave the whiplash of the strong winds. It was a dizzying ride through the desperate floating in a fluid matter, and the horrifying silence is now long been gone, too.
Again, she wanted to wake up. She consumed all of her remaining energy in order to open her eyelids, but there was no avail. She was too weak and vulnerable to do anything. But she needed nobody to tell it to her that she may be trapped in a dream during a possible medical comatose.
But she could not breathe anymore. As far as she can tell, she was already dead and not just in a state of coma. She cannot even move her body and her mind has lost control of her physiological functioning. Everything about her is dead; this is probably the meaning of being laid to eternal rest. Without any doubt, in her fragile mind, it was most certainly the case.
As the darkness continues to descend upon her, she saw several twinkling dots that suddenly appeared in the vast majority of the horizon. She thought of it as stars, forming very distinct constellations in a clear and beautiful night sky. Where can she be? She started to wonder.
She attempted to fight again and desired to finally wake up. Again, she failed to do so despite diligent efforts on her part. It was too frustrating for her not knowing where she might be, and where she might have been to.
Is this what it takes to be dead? She cannot hear the threats of nature anymore. The feeling lightness is attributed to her soul leaving her physical body, as she finally realized that there is no competition anymore, with her body becoming an unwilling lifeless cadaver; instead, what was left inside of her was the will to promote the desire to live.
Death quickly struck her unprepared. She was stunned and caught. Breathless and unaware, a thief certainly have stolen her humanity away from her soul. She has fallen into the depths of a ravenous treachery, and her life abruptly ended with the strike of a strongly worded memorandum. A mere word had killed her whole being, and it was bitterly aching.
"Do not move," a voice suddenly had spoken.
She heard the voice quite clearly. It was low and hoarse.
"Who are you?" she solemnly asked.
"I am a Night Mare and you are in transit to the Tunnel. Conserve your energy. You will need it later on."
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