'Huh?'
'Where am I?'
'Why can't I breathe?'
'What happened?'
'I can't move!'
'What is this... water?'
'Why is it black?'
A frail-looking young man with dark hair was trying to discern his surroundings. He seemed to be wearing an old French outfit made of wool. He had a stab-wound on his chest that made blood seep out of it, blending with the dark sea. His wounded left shoulder, too, had a great deal of blood seep out.
The man then got a sudden revelation.
'This... is... paradise!'
He laughed under his tongue.
'Ah! Yes, this truly is paradise!'
How could such a place be paradise? The young man had an explanation.
First of all, he couldn't feel anything, neither mental nor physical feelings. That alone would wipe a lot of worry off of someone's mind; after all, the wouldn't feel worried. And, a lot of worry was from the dystopian planet known as Earth. Of course, he himself was from Earth.
With the ability to not feel anything, his earthly worries and desires were never in his mind.
Second of all, all he saw was the darkness. Turns out, fear of the dark is quite common with his species. However, it isn't logical to label it as 'fear of the dark', for the fear of the dark is the fear of what's in the dark rather than the darkness.
Plus, he couldn't quite recall his memories on Earth, so he didn't even know what was fearful and what was not.
Third of all, he was alone, sinking in a dark sea devoid of any light. The state of loneliness in such a situation truly was a great addition to his unrestricted bliss... at least, that's what he thought.
No one would be able to disrupt his tranquil experience.
Plus, being able to stay underwater without having to worry about oxygen consumption was quite relaxing. After all, he didn't need to breathe to live anymore.
'Ah! Sensational!'
And last of all, compared to his pathetic life on Earth, this was way better.
'Paradise... paradise... oh! Paradise is mine and mine only!'
How bad must've his life on earth been for him to enjoy such a thing?
His enjoyment of this so-called 'paradise' couldn't possibly last forever. He would simply get bored of it soon enough
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After what seemed like eight months, his bliss came to an end.
Truly, no living being could abstain from the Law of Nature. Everyone, including the Celestials that achieved a power level beyond Elite, had to succumb, only because of the Song's restrictive nature.
'Huh? What, no! My paradise!'
He could feel his body get dragged to another realm. Soon, he found himself sitting on a wooden chair. Around him was a void purely in the hue of white.
A plethora of thoughts, including memories, ran through his head. Vile thoughts of loss and resentment were all that was left.
Suddenly, breaking the uncontrolled flow of thoughts in his head, a man appeared to him and said:
"Hey... Sheldon."