I didn't feel alive anymore. I was just a golden sphere of luminescent power floating in an eternal white sea. The walls and sky were white, and were they really walls? I wouldn't know, after all, I was floating motionless. I was already questioning why I was there. When I died previously, I didn't feel anything, but now? Now I was even conscious.
I stayed there floating for hours, days, who knows, maybe months? I didn't know how this worked. It was as if I had been standing there for a few seconds, but I felt a slight sense of aging. It was strange.
I decided to try to sleep. Well, I couldn't close my eyes or feel tired. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. I was an idiot anyway.
Finally, I heard something, footsteps, and then I saw a man. He had only one mouth, he was completely black as if wearing a black balaclava. At least he didn't have a skull; goodness, how dreadful, so cringy.
