White…
It's so bright here. Where am I?
Ahh, the ground is so hard. How do I stand?
It's fading…
The light is fading. So what can I see now?
Pink trees, and people. But still, where am I?
Walking…
This isn't so hard. Left, then right, then-
Ahh! The ground hurts. My hands are tingling.
Someone's is here.
They're talking to me.
But I can't hear them.
There's someone else now.
They're holding me up.
I still can't understand them.
They seem worried.
I don't want to worry them.
But I'm not strong enough to…
To…
Stand…
On…
My…
My…my…
Own.
