What is death?
This is such a profound question. It's a question that can't seem to be answered and only creates more questions.
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Is it the end? Is it the beginning? Is it the end of a beginning? Is it the beginning of an end? Is it the last page of your story? Is it the last page in just one chapter of your story?
So many questions about one simple word, death. Well, I simply don't have an answer to any of them. I feel like I'm close to an answer. After all, I've died twice now.
So, as I said, I died. The following events that I'm about to detail, I won't tell you how I know, even though I'm sure you've already predicted, to some degree, what is to come.
The moment it happened, there was a moment of intense silence that was miniscule. It was followed directly by a blood curdling scream.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Sehaela screamed in anguish and despair. She lunged towards my body. Zaatri tried to grab her, but she was sent flying by a massive gust of wind.
