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He
just lay there, still, lifeless. She could barely breath. She never let anyone
in, and now that she did, he was gone. She'd drunk the concoction to keep him
alive but still, he was gone. As she tried to walk towards him, she beheld
markings on her hand that were never there before. Everything in the room
stilled. Even the ventilator seemed stuck even though it stilled hummed, and the
very air became thick and viscous. She couldn't move. All she could here a
thousand voices around her, all calling, beckoning on her with a strange
longing she could not understand. It all made her feel very cold, dead. Amidst
this, she could hear him. He called to her, softly but desperately, and she
focused on his voice. The more she did, the louder it became, and at some point
she caught a glimpse of him, struggling, trying not to drown in a sea of souls.
She tried to reach to him, increasing her focus and suddenly, he was there.
Staring deep into her eyes, and she into his. She moved to hug him but fell
right through. She looked at him with questioning eyes. She did not understand.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she
heard nothing. She could not hear him, not touch him. Just see him. She tried
to think on this, but the pounding on the door wouldn't let her.
"who's there?" She queried.
The only response she got was the door
being knocked down as shaman elders walked in. One look around the room, and
they asked no questions. She was touched by someone and she fell to her knees
as darkness closed in.
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