[Resurrection process ongoing...]
'I cannot die!'
'I cannot die!'
In a pitch-dark world, a lone soul curled into itself as if residing in a womb, fists clenched, biting hard on the front teeth.
Of course, perhaps she wasn't alone.
In the nothingness surrounding her, it seemed as if countless chaotic tombstones stood tall, and she... might become the next addition in a moment's time.
Only a few memorable aspects of this experience would be passed on to the next host of this body.
Every former owner of this body had come to be in the same manner.
Unconscious birth, meaningless death.
It was as if only the brand imprinted on the soul itself was the true "soul" of this body.
It shouldn't be like this...
"It shouldn't be like this!"
No one lives like this, "I" shouldn't either.
Of course, perhaps "I" might no longer be able to see what true "freedom" is, but maybe I can spare the next "me" from the torment of this insubstantial life.
I might be the first to realize this.
