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Chapter 1

She supposed this was far better than what she could have asked for. She wasn't sure why it happened to her, or if she wasn't so special and it happened to everyone, but she didn't question it.

She didn't question why she had so many lost memories; why if she tried hard enough she would remember only a series of faint laughter and voices muffled together. She didn't question that, nor why her body felt small and unbalanced; why it was so hard to lift her head up or even wave arm around. She ignored the blurry images she saw and the sparks of something bright and colourful.

She paid no worry or mind to the taste of horrible mush or the feeling of being soiled. She didn't care that most of the time she was left either alone and cold or pressed against something warm and restricting. The urge to cry and wail was pushed away; she was sure it would have been in joy anyway.

Instead, Grey was silent. She was calm and had no cares; nothing at all. None of these doings, experiences and feelings bothered her; in fact, she savoured them. Savoured them because these were the feelings and experiences and doings of someone that was alive.

Her rebirth was a chance that she would grasp at with greedy hands, because if there was one thing that she feared the most...

It was Death.