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[anonymia]

[You have died. The circumstances in your own world somehow worked out that you've died and now your soul has been cast adrift to go to whatever destination it may. There's a sort of nothingness all around, and you yourself are also a nothingness. It's hard to tell how long you've been in this state and all that you know for certain is that you're dead...

Then, slowly, there is a pulling, something drawing you away from where you were, pulling and pulling, as if you've been caught in some invisible net.]

Comments

[lovedinrain]

I guess that depends on what you think is right, or well.

[anonymia]

[It wavers, confused and not having many words with which to express it.

This existence is unharmed. But I am wounded. Being a god would cause pain.]

[lovedinrain]

[concerned]

Is there something I can do to help you?

[anonymia]

[Unsure for a moment... then seeming to make a decision, and she can feel the pull again, the net drawing her in slowly but surely.

Living... could help.]

[lovedinrain]

[Floats along, floats along.]

Is that all? I'll do my best! I'll go to the world you're talking about.

[anonymia]

[Living. And wanting to help. Those are good.

Keeping her company for the ride there.]

[lovedinrain]

[She likes company.]

Haah, I hope my husband won't mind if we don't meet up for a little bit...

[anonymia]

[...Is it okay if you don't know? Many think they can't see those they are bound to. Though one was very sure.]

[lovedinrain]

Oh, I'll see him again, eventually. I'm confident about that.