All Rosalyn knew was "falling".

Falling from grace, falling to failure, and now—

She was falling to her death.

Rather ironic really, her death being dealt by the hands of the brother she had tried so hard to raise properly. That aloof child she cherished, while their Father fought in wars and their Mother lay in sickness.

A cruel laugh slipped through her lips, tears suspending in mid air as she saw her brother's looming figure, devoid of any emotion, watching her as she fell to her death.

'Even now... I don't blame you.' She thought, the moments where he was still a young boy flashed through his mind.'Live a good life, Reynolds.'

Jagged rocks pieced through her heart.

*

A kind of weightlessness was hard to come by, something akin to peace running from your head all the way down to your toes.

'Am I… dead?' She slowly opened her eyes, half expecting darkness or perhaps, nothing at all.

An ethereal light glowed all around her, opposing a familiar night sky. She squinted her eyes, the light blinding.

A hazy outline of a massive hooded figure floated before her. Another few blinks, before a clear view of six iridescent wings unfurling from the back. Colours that shifted in unexplainable hues, colours that should not exist.

"Oh ho ho ho! What do we have here?" An unnatural godly sound idk constellation true voice.

"Guh—!"

She felt her lungs constricting after hearing the true voice, the clear distinction between her mortal body and this other worldly being. Her eyes watered at the sheer weight of power behind that voice.

"My, my. Sorry about that," it says, a tad apologetic while its voice rang through her head. "I'll speak to you like this, if my real voice hurts you that bad."

"What… what are you? What is this place?"

"So many questions." A floating miasma of gold dust appeared in a second as the other worldly being narrates the scene presented inside.

"Cycle of life. When you die, you'll get reborn in a new body, a new life."

The miasma turned dark, a dark ink dying the golden light black.

"But because of some… parasites down there, the cycle has been temporarily disrupted. For certain individuals, you'll be reborn in the same life, again."

"Relive this life, again?" What a strange notion. Relive this horrendous life again? "Can I just stay here until it gets fixed."

'I'm afraid not.'

'I can't let you stay here, but… I can give you your memories of this lifetime.'

It gives a little giggle, while Rosalyn's body begins liquidise to molten gold, slowly evaporating into nothingness.

'Go forth, little mortal.'