Adrift in a void, swallowed by the impenetrable blackness, Jin-Sil's mind raced with the uncertainty of when this journey would cease.
She had been floating for around five minutes, but each of those minutes felt like hours for her. With nothing to lay her eyes on, not even her own body, as the darkness enveloped everything in its icy embrace, she thought she was going mad.
And to make matters worse, when she opened her mouth to complain about it to the powers that may be, her voice refused to pass her lips.
With nothing in sight, not a sound to hear, not even the clapping of her own hands, Jin-Sil's mind raced in panic. She couldn't even feel her hands touch when she tried clapping, almost like she wasn't there at all.
'Am I dead? Did something happen when that white orb hit my head, and those pains were paradise? Was I ejected from paradise?'
