Zoe thought she died.
The last thing she saw was the beautiful night sky, filled with stars.
Stars shining beautifully, looking so majestic.
She felt so happy, like she was floating on cloud nine. What that was, exactly, she doesn't know.
It was like a dream.
She never felt so alive.
Well, it was a dream.
A dream not meant to be dreamt.
For a dead person cannot, of course, breathe, let alone dream.
And Zoe Nightshade is a dead person.