THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

[mind_blown]

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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[soulcarve]

[ It's a (2d6-1=)5; all she can think about is the violation of this, like it's not even her body, like they broke her even further and now she's not anything at all— ]

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[idolpro]

She feels blackness spreading across her mind, numbness eating at the edges of her conscience. It's a very deliberate, slow, aching process. Or it feels that way.

Regardless of what she wants, she feels as though she will be nothing again, soon.

And the silk of the coffin is swallowing her, acting as a mouth to oblivion.

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[soulcarve]

[ Oblivion is fine. It's the base state of things. It's normal; beautiful.

But she would miss the Lie of the world. She'd like to see it again, before she goes home. ]

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[idolpro]

Then to oblivion, you go.