Happiness did not come easily for her. It never has. Especially now as she was surrounded by the emptiness of dark space.
Is she floating, is she standing, is she sitting? She did not know and she knows it doesn't matters.
The pain chipped away her abilities to even make judgment, only pain and more pain, a suffering that seems to be eternal.
The image of red thunder flashed inside her mind and she shivers.
For all of her sufferings she has never complained. Sometimes this almost unbreakable determination looks more like an atonement.
Another image appears inside her mind. A gigantic face in the sky shouting at her and she trembles.
Like she was bearing some terrible sin on her shoulders. The image disappears and she was back where she was at.
In pain.
She didn't know how she is in pain and what or why she is in pain. Only the pain exist, pain is the only feeling she felt, chipping at her life force, sapping away her vitality and erasing her memories.
