Perhaps the story of death will begin here. Perhaps it is for the best that she is a woman who has been abandoned. She is no longer the woman she used to be, she has lost her love, she has lost her lover, and she cannot be the woman who is full of illusions and hopes for life. She is a woman as ordinary as dust, forsaken because of her ordinariness, abandoned like an uninhabited desert. A world where no one cares, where nothing means anything to her?
Perhaps death is the only way out. To close her eyes quietly, to leave the noise of the world behind her, to be left alone, without pain, without caring or being cared for, without abandoning or being abandoned. It was a world of bliss, and she now understood why so many people chose to die, when she had laughed at the thought of others seeking death. She used to think it was so stupid, she used to think that even if the sky fell, she would never think of the word death. But now, instead of the sky falling, she felt the tenderness of death. It was a pair of arms that could warm a person. When a person dies, death never abandons her; death is a gentle shore.
Perhaps, life and death are destiny. Bai Yun simply relaxed her body and let the sea pound and sweep her, kissing her toes, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, waist, chest, she felt suffocated, a darkness flooded her world, her mind went blank ...
It was quiet here, beneath the surface of the sea, there was a gentle caress of seawater here, and a salty taste. She seemed to drink a lot of seawater, she seemed to feel the cold, and then she knew nothing more ...
In the distance, at the end of the sky, submerged in blackness.
The world stopped for a moment. In the water, there was another world, leaving life and death to the sea, to fate, perhaps another way of being reborn.
I don't know how long it took, but in the silence around her, Bai Yun heard the clear song of the birds. She dared not open her eyes. She thought, "Is it possible that in the other world there are also birds singing? She had heard that melodious sound countless times before, and on every beautiful morning she had woken up gradually to the singing of the birds. Behind this clear musical sound was something she couldn't quite put her finger on, and Bai Yun strained her ears to hear it, but the more she tried, the more she couldn't tell what it was. It was an extraordinary, unusual and gentle sound.
With his eyes closed, everything was dark around him. It made Bai Yun feel safe, as if she had been every morning, but now she was dead. She thought, "Does a person really have a soul after death, and can they still have feelings and memories of their past lives? If so, what was the point of choosing to die? The memory was still there, and her heart jerked, as if it had been burned by fire, and something blocked the sensation of being there, and for a moment the blood seemed to stop flowing. Then it calmed down, and she knew it was the numbness that comes with habit.
There was no difference between death and immortality, and she opened her eyes.
It was an empty room, a room she had never seen before. It was large, and she slept in the middle of the bed, which was a ship to her. Large floor-to-ceiling windows loomed a long way away from her. The beige curtains were a special colour in the reflected sunlight.
What kind of place was this? Is this what the netherworld is like? In many stories and movies, the netherworld is dark and full of scary ghosts, but here ...