Please, stop this.
I just want it to be over.

I’ve lost count of how many forevers its been. This can’t be death, it can’t, it can’t.
You never expected heaven.
I didn’t expect a deaf, dumb and blind void either.
Thought is better than nothing.
I’m going to go crazy if I’m here too much longer.
I am not going to respond to that.
I’m starting to wonder if this is some sort of experiment to drive me mad.
I don’t do non-linear time well. I don’t know if I’ve been here a second or a millennium.
Maybe this is the wait for reincarnation?
Yeah, right…
I’ll appear in post-apocalyptic 2135 as a butterfly.
You’ll be one who makes all the storms.
Flap flap?
Give me a damn ticking clock…anything so I can keep a track of this place.
It would also help if I could see.
There had been the flash of red, a thing so brief she could have imagined it, and then nothing.
She was lost and no one was looking for her.
She was dead.
She was lost.
Find me, someone, please find me.
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