#// note: the part where Nywe “felt her own world shift too fast” refers to how her terrified soul jumped to different objects

[sea-of-flxmes]

// @shallliveoninsong starter for you!

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        Waking up after what seemed like a fatal blow to the head was bewildering.

Especially when Nywe realized that she couldn't feel her arms or legs, nor any part of her body. She was floating, semi-awake and in a state of deep confusion. She couldn't move either; she could only watch as people around her shouted and ran around in panic.

❝ What...? ❞ Nywe muttered to herself, voice groggy and hoarse.

Then it hit her. Something had fallen on her head not too long ago. Something heavy that had crushed her skull and killed her on the spot—at least she didn't have time to register anything.

She should be dead. She should be dead and cold and maybe begging for her soul to be sent to Heaven. But not here, watching how a group of bystanders freaked out at the grisly scene.

❝ Oh my God... ❞

❝ What the hell is happening? Why can't I move? Why can't I feel any pain?! ❞ Distress took over Nywe's mind as she spoke. This was a nightmare: by far the worst day of her life if she was even alive at this point.

❝ Why is everyone ignoring me?! ❞

Between cries for help, Nywe felt her own world shift too fast. She was sprawled on the stage floor, then perched on some props resembling giant lollipops and finally high up in a spotlight, seeing everything from above. She watched in horror as the police arrived to collect her lifeless body, unable to reach it no matter how hard she tried.

❝ Somebody, help me... ❞ Nywe wailed, her own eyes refusing to shed tears.