Imagine if you had a second chance at life.

Imagine if you woke up one day with a memory so blank – yet so filled with distant memories; memories from when you were alive and memories from when you were gone.

Imagine if you stretched out your hand to reach up to the one thing that gave you a sense of comfort; the sky. The all too familiar feeling of floating radiating from it; of flying with a pair of wings that weren't yours.

Imagine waking up one day; dreaming of your companion, dreaming of your family, your home, your fiancé. But then suddenly wondering if they were even alive. If they even existed anymore.

If they ever existed.

Imagine if you woke up alone with only the howling wind and rustling leaves to accompany you; to settle your panic; to settle your mind.

Was this the afterlife?

Was this Valhalla?

Was this Midgard?

I wasn't so sure anymore of anything; how my body worked, how my mind was processing, but most importantly...

How I was here.

Why I was here.

Alive.

Or am I still dead?

Imagine if...this was you.

What would you have done?

Would you get up and find your way home?

Or would you seek answers without knowing what you'd even put yourself into?

I would most certainly try to balance both; even if it meant I'd lose my second chance.

My only chance.