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'The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.'
― Mark Twain
Something had changed—a profound, unsettling change.
The familiar embrace of void that I had embraced as my reality, my existence (if it could even be labeled as such), was no longer there. It was my presence, albeit lacking any physical form. Drifting aimlessly, my mind would venture to irrelevant thoughts before slipping back into slumber. Occasionally, Angel's voice would pierce through the silence. Though "voice" might be too strong a word—I couldn't make out her words, as if they were spoken through a thick fog. Maybe it was the absence of ears, but despite that, her words somehow reached me.
My existence, once strange yet serene, had been a source of quiet satisfaction for me.
Suddenly, I experienced an intense chill as something enveloped me entirely.
Despite the simultaneous onslaught of sensations, my mind remained astonishingly clear. One might assume that after a prolonged period of doing nothing, my cognitive skills would have dulled. Contrarily, my thoughts were razor-sharp, swiftly processing the unfolding events. In reality, there were three noteworthy observations if one were to include my previously dormant intellect.
Firstly, the cold was unbearable.
The once comforting warmth, akin to a cozy blanket, had vanished. Now, a bone-deep freeze consumed what I imagined should be my spectral form, leading me to a second, startling realization.
If the cold shivers running down my spine were any hint, I actually had a physical body this time. Weirdly enough, I could've sworn it was just my old phantom body I've gotten used to. But unlike that ethereal form, I was definitely in something more…physical. I could feel my legs jittering and my fingers flexing on their own- it was all there. Probably because I've been out of a physical form for so long, I couldn't control these odd sensations that I should've been able to control. My legs, my arms - I should've been able to warm myself up, maybe by rubbing my hands together or something.
But nope, I was just not in sync with my body at all.
To top it off, I couldn't even fully open my eyes.
The room was unbelievably bright, and despite my eagerness to take it all in, my eyes refused to open by even a small margin. I also couldn't look at the strange, prickly material that enveloped over my shivering frame. It felt chilling, almost as if I were encased by a cactus – certainly far from comfortable but stingy against my skin.
It was becoming increasingly clear that I had returned to my physical form. Everything felt alien and bothersome, yet oddly, all my senses seemed amplified. Amidst this whirlwind of sensations, one truth resonated deeply within me, pounding with every heartbeat – I was alive.
I was freaking alive…
Again…