Phoenix Whip
Nothingness. It doesn't even begin to describe your situation. none of your senses works.
No eyes, no touch, no mouth ... Nothing even your emotions are gone forever. Maybe this is true death? Eternal nought.
But... am I still here? Why? Maybe I'm not even real.
But somehow something is happening at first is too subtle. The slight tickling, of an itch that you want to scratch but you can't. Becoming an obsession in your mind.
The sting begins to transform into something more physical, more grounded as if gravity and weight suddenly re-existed.
No eyes, no touch, no mouth ... Nothing even your emotions are gone forever. Maybe this is true death? Eternal nought.
But... am I still here? Why? Maybe I'm not even real.
But somehow something is happening at first is too subtle. The slight tickling, of an itch that you want to scratch but you can't. Becoming an obsession in your mind.
The sting begins to transform into something more physical, more grounded as if gravity and weight suddenly re-existed.