Life goes on at the surface, as it does, but under the earth itself is a different matter altogether.
Reiki pulses underground. Once, then twice. Pink swathes soil and roots, piercing life into everything it touches. On the surface, leaves stand upright and dance in the wind where they had previously been drooping on its last dredges of life.
Under it, she gasps in what little air she has, her arms shoot up to lay against the hard wood of the lid of her coffin, and realization shoots though the panic-induced haze in her mind;
She'd been buried alive.