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The sky opens and in a flash there’s nothing left but the vague itch of flesh.

You curl in on yourself and all you are, all you’ll ever be, all you’ve ever been is a bright drop of light.

You feel a sense of loss but can’t say what’s missing.

You feel a tug and you’re pulled towards something you can no longer know. Everything is strange yet somehow familiar. You cannot hear, cannot see, but you can feel. Colors have texture, flavor, a presence you can’t articulate.

The ground, the waters, the wind…these concepts seem unforgivably limited.

You move on to the next stage, the final world, the first breath…

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