Of all the things that could have happened, being swept up in some hazy and fever dream was the least surprising thing for Luo Ju Di. The cries, screams and howls of everything around her was something that droned in the background.
Her senses and consciousness were dull.
A heavy stuffing in her ears that blocked sound.
Perhaps being dead was supposed to be like this and she couldn't say anything at all.
She felt weightless, motionless and simply caught up in the air. Her body… if she could call this non-corporeal form as a body at all, was bereaved and stripped of any sort of substance.
It was almost as if some parts of herself were drifting away.
Lulled into this state as she found herself losing herself little by little, surprisingly, she took it better than most. You couldn't escape it. There was no way to avoid it. What was there to gain to fight something that happened to everyone?
Nothing at all.
