Darkness... that was all Neveah could see, as though her entire world had been consumed by it.
It grazed against her skin, cold and unwelcoming and Neveah shuddered visibly at the feeling.
Neveah felt as though a heavy weight rested over her limbs and pressed down on her chest, making it impossible to move as though she was chained down in a dark abyss.
Was this what death felt like? Was this the realm beyond? The afterlife? Was this where she would spend eternity? Her soul forever consumed by darkness?
Neveah did not know, if truly this was how cold and unnerving death felt, then how could it be fair to someone like her who had believed this was where she would finally find peace?
If this was what the after life was, then why was her soul not vanquished and erased from existence instead?
Cast into oblivion where there never again would be a trace of this ill fated existence of the name, Neveah Omega Lothaire.
