Something's not right… I can still think…
Did I become a ghost?
I laughed—or at least, I thought I did. Somewhere deep inside my mind. Wait… do I even have a mind? Or is it just my soul talking again? It reminded me of that first time, when I was dragged into this world. Floating like this… it was familiar.
But no matter what it was, I knew one thing—I could never get used to this.
It's weird…
You couldn't feel your body. Not a single limb, not even the shape of your form. It feels like I never existed… and that thought alone leaves something cold inside me.
Well… moving on.
Time started to pass. Slowly. Painfully so. There was no sun, no ticking clock, just the void and my thoughts. So I counted. Just to hold on to what little remained of my sanity.
One… two… fifty… ten thousand… one million two hundred twenty-one…
