Confused and bloodied, Samara Otsutsuki screamed unreservedly as she staggered across the grass and root-strewn floor. The swirling, white fog grasping at her as she ran, the fog, silent and steady with wide-ranging tendrils swept through the forest. Droplets seeped free of the body of vapor and slipped into Samara's nostrils whenever she inhaled. It burned with a moist heat; a fire where no fire should burn. There was ice, too; a freezing cold set her ablaze.
Her mind was foggy with pain; too agonized to conjure up any thoughts. Her vision out of focus, the tall, dark trees a mere hazy blur. Her entire body was racked with pain, but she focused on maintaining her breathing to ensure her escape from the malevolent aura pursuing her.
All she could do, aside from running, was feel overloaded by sensory stimuli from the environment around her. She could feel every living creature fleeing the area; many of the small creatures were already dead, as Samara had to occasionally leap over the carcasses. Sometimes she would catch a fleeting glimpse of a bird dropping dead from the skies the path she was running down. She could smell the air that reeked so heavily of death that she swore that she could feel it brush against her cold skin.
An intense cold swept over her. Samara felt her own breath disappear in her chest. The cold went deeper than her skin. It was inside her chest, it swelled inside her very heart. Samara's eyes rolled up into her head. She could only see whiteness. She was drowning in sheer cold. Every ragged breath she took felt like her lungs were roasting with fire and dripping in fluid at the same time. Her arms and legs went limp as she was being dragged downward, the silence growing louder. The thick white fog was building inside her, burgeoning into her skull like iron thorns, raging against her brain. For a moment, faces and names and events seemed to blur together….Samara…Shiraume…Shinobu…..….Ayame….Gon…Shu…Eiho…Shiki… And then, from far away, she heard screaming. Terrified, terrible, pleading screams. A voice was calling out her name, but she didn't recognize it or where the voice was coming from. She wanted to help whoever it was, but couldn't—the coldness built to an unbearable pitch and an anguished scream rang in the air.
Her last memory was of a single ray of golden light shone in the whiteness, tiny at first, before growing bigger and brighter than the sun itself, illuminating her face. Her back exploded with a strange sensation. Blinded by the intense flash of light, she was sent flying through the air as if she weighed nothing. She felt dizzy, sick. Before the agony went screaming up her head, all she saw was color spots dancing before her eyes. Colors of green. Colors of blue. Colors of purple. Colors of yellow. The core of a rainbow blemished her eyesight to the point of blindness. Samara Otsutsuki felt her entire world engulfed in dancing spots— but all she could focus on was just one color, scarlet red.
Her body plunged. Puffs of breath erratically came out from her pale lips, it felt so hard to breathe and her heart literally sounded like a studded drum, so loud she almost couldn't hear her own screaming.
She blinked in and out of consciousness. Occasionally, a cold wave splashing into her face brought her into semi-consciousness. She was so numb now from shock, she felt no pain. The rainy world and the water were beginning to become her way of life. The swelling water envelops her, swallowing her, sucking her under and propelling her up to the surface—only to gasp a single breath of air. A gasp and she was under again. Another gasp of air entered her slick lungs and all she saw was water. Water from the silver-black skies, and the endless vast of deep, dark waters encompassing her. She felt these things, acknowledging her own panic as she saw herself, she could see her own body turning and twisting, arms and feet working frantically against the pressures of the whirlpool. She could feel, think, see, perceive panic and struggle—yet strangely there was calm. A surreal calm of an observer, an uninvolved observer, separated from the events occuring.
Then the young girl felt nothing as she sank into pitch-black darkness.