What the being first remembered was the deep silence. Encased in a gentle yet pinching warmth it drifted on the edge of a dream as light danced over its sight. The inclination of whether it was really seeing flashed across the aforementioned mind before it realised that it had the capability to think, its mind slowly awakening to the thick fog that encased it, the mist stopping any complex thought from making itself known as a previously distant red haze descended on the helpless mind.
A sudden coldness accompanied the crimson and as it bashed its senses a moment was needed for the being to grasp the feeling of exposure before an overtaking sensation of panic invaded the dream, struggle followed and as the first signs of fight was shown all that could be done was needlessly flounder as clouded awareness grew overwhelmed by the pain of the agonising cold. Not able to manipulate its own body the creature was forced to find faith in the sight outside of its mind, the eyes it didn't know it owned twitching only to cause the realisation that they couldn't be opened.
Fear seized the creature's chest, squeezing it as the cold pushed itself down its throat, filling its lungs and allowing the terror to become vocal, a screech leaving the being's body as it roused to the feeling of muffled contact, a needed yet useless warmth soon following as each scream slowly awoke it. With every heave of its lungs the being became increasingly aware of how the previously impenetrable silence was being broken by its own cries, the high pitch sounds hurting its fresh hearing as its body was jolted, the previously ineffective warmth beginning to sooth the biting cold as a crack in the pink smog of its vision revealed a swirl of bright colours that made the being unconsciously clamp its eyes shut again to protect itself from the attack that sight brought.
It knew that it was unnatural. It knew that it shouldn't be this frightened. It knew that it shouldn't even be here.
It should be at home.
But wasn't it going home?
The sudden horror that filled the creature caused its heart to freeze, stomach sinking as its cries lost their passion, the revelation it was struck with stopping the turmoil of its mind as an unwanted memory made itself known.
It was dead.
Hell dropped itself into the being's thoughts and the idea that that was where it had ended up haunted it for a moment before the soothing warmth that surrounding it banished the idea. Heaven to the creature was unthinkable and as its mind began to race once again it found itself unable to control the screams that had regained their intensity.
The chaotic unrest that followed the revelation shook it to its core and as a man rocked its small body in his arms it couldn't help but cry out for all it had lost. Shunsui Kyōraku cradling the small body of his newborn son as the child wailed as if his life depended on it