(text-style:"blurrier")[You open your eyes. You see (text-style:"blurrier")[[[nothing->Reach Out]]]. All is well.](text-style:"shudder")[You reach out. You feel [[nothing->Listen]]. All is well.](text-style:"superscript")[You listen. You hear [[nothing->Breathe]]. All is well.]You do not know what it means to [[breathe->Eternity]], so you do not try.The floating world in which you've spent an [[eternity->Shift]] has never been touched. All is pure. All is well.A (t8n:"pulse")[shift.]
Your world is [[disintegrating->walls]].Struggle. (text-style: "shudder")[STRUGGLE.] (text-style: "shudder")[FIGHT IT!] (text-style: "bold")[DO WHAT YOU MUST TO [[SURVIVE->Choice]]!](text-color: "blue")[[[Cry->Cry]]]
[[Give up->Give up]]You cry.
You (text-style: "italic")[cry] and (text-style: "italic")[shriek] and (text-style: "italic")[howl] until your lungs are on the brink of exploding. The screams reverberate through the world's [[ocean->current]] but fall on deaf ears.You fight(click-append: "fight")[. You fight and kick and tug at whatever is within arm's reach. You refuse to [[leave->demon]]. You will NOT [[leave->demon]]].You [[give up->gripping]].The hands are (text-style:"rumble")[tugging] at your head. You feel as though you will be split in two. The [[pain->light]] is immeasurable.Blinding light
These giants seem [[happy->sense]].]
(text-style: "shudder")[Nothing is familiar.
Everything is scary.]What lies ahead?
You wish you had never been (text-style: "italic")[born.]You are winning the battle. The demon is struggling to grasp your (text-style: "rumble")[flailing body]. But. You. Do. Not. [[Stop->dying]].A sense of fear creeps into your ocean world. Through cause of your own, your world is [[dying->silence]].Silence. You have won the battle. The demon has [[stopped->siren]]. But in the process, you murdered your world. You do not understand.
A siren. One long siren. Never [[ending->heavens]]. A constant (text-style: "fade-in-out")[beep.]Instantly, the [[heavens->sad]] open to reveal... the demon!It is sad.
You sense the misery.]
You know there is something wrong.]
You feel like it's your [[fault->whisper]]](text-style: "subscript")["I'm sorry,"] says the demon, in a soft whisper, (text-style: "subscript")["We couldn't save her"]The hands are (text-style: "shudder")[gripping] and (text-style: "rumble")[pulling] at your [[head->mistake]].The demon is making a [[mistake->weak]].It is not your time (text-style: "bold")[yet]. It does not realize. It is no one's fault. You could fight, you could cry, but you just feel so [[weak->away]].Your ocean world is draining away.
Your willpower is draining away.]
Your consciousnes is[[...->...]]][[...->sorry]]"I'm sorry, Mrs. Peterson, we lost the baby."You get a sense that your world is pure [[no more->born]]. All is not well.Would you like to hear about the miracle of [[life->beats]]?[[...->heart]]Your(set: $textStyle to (text-style:"fade-in-out")+(text-color: "red")) $textStyle[heart] begins to [[beat->open]].The walls are [[caving->Struggle]] in.(text-style: "rumble")[You lay motionless,] (text-style: "bold")[paralyzed] (text-style: "rumble")[with fear of the [[unknown->hands]], dreadful thoughts swirling around like a current threatening to pull you under.]