The night continued to pass in the land of the dead, and Belle continued to lay on the cold floor of the snow. Her body turned rigid with every second that passed by in the deserted forest. In the eye of a mortal, it looked as if no one was there, but there were plenty of creatures in here; some who hid and some who were feasting on the others.
The mortal from the land of the living had been killed. Eyes wide open that looked at the ceiling of the forest. Unmoving lips that were parted without a single breath moving in or out. Belle's body continued to stay there; her soul manifesting itself as the body that she possessed had started to crumble like ash shedding from the skin to fall on the white floor of the forest.
