A tunnel of darkness.
No light ahead.
I trudge on.
I keep moving.
Nothing to feed or water me.
Yet I don't stop.
I smell nothing but dirt.
I see nothing but the black I call darkness.
I hear nothing but my own footsteps.
I feel nothing but sweat and tears down my face.
My hands are clenched into balls.
I move forward.
Determined, I take another step.
One more,
Then I fall into a hole.
The only thing I hear now is the wind rushing past me.
And my own screams and cries of despair.
I will instantly be killed once I hit bottom.
I fear pain, not death.
I now hear my screams echoing off the ground.
The end of my life draws closer.
But I scream again.
This time not from fear.
But from surprise and slight pain.
I see nothing but white.
It burns these eyes that have become so accustom to darkness.
Am I dead?
I think not.
I hear birds' wings flapping
Rushing water below me.
Trees rustling in the wind.
I smell the water and nature around me.
I see more clearly now.
The ground is still rushing at me.
Yet I am no longer afraid.
I smile.
I will not feel pain.
Nor pleasure.
I will feel nothing short of alive.
I hit ground.
All is blank.
All noises stop.
I sit up.
I see everything around me.
I feel emotions.
I feel the ground beneath me.
I hear.
I smell.
I live.
I fought.
I lost.
Then I won.
I live.
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