*BGSSHHHHHKKKKK

A thunderclap that seems to have been able to cause an earthquake were all that i could hear.

*SHWSHWSHHWWSHHHSHHWSHWW

The violent wind accompanied by rock-cutting bolts of cold rainwater that seems to be changing its directions by the seconds as they hit my skin, these were all that i could feel.

*CHHHHHHHCHHHHHHCHHHHHHH

The swaying of the surrounding trees with their leaves like they were dancing to the last beats of my heart were all that i could see.

*SIGHS* *UGHK*

And the sharp rust mixed with the scent of petrichor from the dirt all over my body were all that i could smell.

After desperately observing my surroundings with the last of my dying senses, the only inkling of clue that i have was that i have been in a 'carriage-driving-by-the-cliff-on-a-stormy-night'

accident.

"Agh fuck.."

"I literally just died, so why am i going to die again?"

[A/N: Idk if i am doing this right, but i am going to try to make a sensory overload typa novel from now on.]