**Consciousness swirled, riding an eddy of nothingness that nonetheless lifted her like a ragdoll in a rainstorm. Was she dying or sleeping? There was no way to know for certain, but there was peace. Tranquility. No whispers from Gods, no visions of Saints. My name is Poleen Juvikus, and I am… Am I really? She floated in scenic darkness, the shadows sprayed with twinkles of red and green lights. Her lungs opened, maybe, and she breathed, or at least she thought she did. It was eternity. Bliss. Nothingness. --ar 2:3 --v 5** - Image #4 <@808677271370989588>
Consciousness swirled, riding an eddy of nothingness that nonetheless lifted her like a ragdoll in a rainstorm. Was she dying or sleeping? There was no way to know for certain, but there was peace. Tranquility. No whispers from Gods, no visions of Saints. My name is Poleen Juvikus, and I am Am I really? She floated in scenic darkness, the shadows sprayed with twinkles of red and green lights. Her lungs opened, maybe, and she breathed, or at least she thought she did. It was eternity. Bliss. Nothingness.