By the side of a bright metropolitan street, a middle-aged man had turned from solid to spirit in half a second.
At first, his breath was panting in escape, coming out from the mouth of the narrow alleys, the concept of himself blurring after a light crashed into his body.
The body turned towards the moat. Flew there and twisted. Fell there and crunched. Rolled there and stopped breathing. Her body landed upside down and it became very quiet. She tried to scream, but choked, then everything went dark.
Brown eyes, gleaming teeth, and a fragile scar where a dog once bit her cheek as a child could no longer be seen. .
The muscle between her eyes glistened, reflecting any light that came in, and expelling it along with the emotions that coagulated in tears.
A complete surrender of no return, ignoring it all, and being completely free of any helpful human emotions.