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Blackness. My eyes were neither open nor closed, because I didn’t register having eyes. Or having a body for that matter. I still existed, but in some far off place. I couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive. I assumed dead, since the last thing I remembered was getting my head ripped off by Lilith, but there was weight to my current state. I felt substance, although I couldn’t immediately tell what it was. I was no longer in pain but felt a heaviness. Maybe the weight was my dead body.
I attempted to do an inventory of my maybe-body with no luck. I could not reach out to my fingers and toes; I couldn’t summon the will to move my limbs. I remained stagnant. I thought back to what happened in the cave. I replayed the sequence of events wondering what I could have done differently. I wonde
