Screeching tires.
Impact.
Blackness.
Silence.
Then: a flickering cursor in the dark.
C:Afterlife>
Above it: ‘World not found. Would you like to create one?’
My invisible fingers moved as if remembering something from before.
…dream.exe
Something sounding like keys clicked in echoes. A machine began to hum, slow and low, like a computer powering up.
The black screen blinked, and then grass and mountains reached upward to meet the blue sky.
The wind was familiar. Inviting. And it smelled like rain.
Have I been here?
I am just…here.
They understood.
Life wasn’t over.
It was open.
My life is mine.
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