The tiny light was expunged in the grand darkness. Feeling was meaningless. Taste was agonizing. His ears were filled with a high pitch. Pain turned to numbness, and numbness turned to nothing. Understanding was a concept that seemed so far beyond his grasp.
His eyelids shifted. His heartbeat began to pound in his chest. The pitch sound began louder and louder, till it was unbearable, till it was everything he could hear. At long last, Matty opened his eyes and saw the world.
The air carried a crisp freshness and his senses gradually returned. 'I'm…alive?'
Sound evolved into singing. He tilted his head up and saw seven shifting colours and equally colourful and lovely sparkles. The Ibong Adarna was healing him.
"Ah…"
He was still against the wall, the angle of his position granting him a standing position. Then, the world became all that much brighter when she appeared.
"Matty? Matty, you're okay!"
Jules.
