The incredible blast hit me, coming from the island, and sent me up, up to the edge of the atmosphere. Then I fell, was falling, and went limp, and unconscious. Dead to the world.
"Druk, my lad! Why do you appear to me now, in this form? It cannot be. To enter my realm as you currently are must mean that you have perished! Please, tell me, what happened to make you so!" Dead Pinky, my dear friend, exclaimed as I appeared before him in the Land of Eternal Rest, the afterworld, the dimension of the end of life.
"I still can't get used to your speaking so eloquently." I replied. Happy as I was to see him, I had forgotten, forgotten my woes and was pleased. Pleased to see my friend, and felt at peace in mind and in body, for a short time. Seconds. How wonderful that feeling is!
