I place my head in my hands and shudder, the cold nipping against my skin, and I bolt upright in the bed.

It's like waking up from a dream and not knowing where you are, in the brief few seconds until everything comes back to you. And you, my dear, my darling, will have a great adventure.' 'To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. 'After all,' the voice spoke over me, as if it hadn't heard me, and the voice seems to grow louder and louder as the voice breathes in my ear. A way to be part of something far greater than what you were.' Motherly, in a sense, if you can call an endless constrained void a mother. 'But don't worry,' the voice continued slowly and I felt something warm caress my face.

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