Selma Payne's POV:
My heart beat like a war drum, and my blood flowed rapidly. The strong friction made my skin hot all over, so hot that I cried out in pain and was about to burn.
The mark flickered rapidly, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes strong and sometimes weak as if it had a life of its own.
I was about to suffocate. My skin was expanding, and my internal organs were shifting. The mark was distorted, deformed, and cracked, reaching its limit...
Everything was compressed tightly, like the critical point before the Big Bang.
Then, it exploded!
I felt myself exploding. My blood evaporated, my body dissipated, my bones cracked, and everything turned into fragments, fusing with the cold cocoon.
Only my soul retained its consciousness. Everything had become my nutrients, a protein that could provide new life. It reassembled chaotically, hoping that a beautiful moth would fly out.
