The chest. The chest. Where the sun sets. Hurry hurry hurry up. Please. Please, legs…
Her legs, however, didn’t want to listen. They were as stiff as if they didn’t belong to her. As if something heavy was pressing her to the ground. Ying, indeed, just wanted to lay down and count. Count all the sheep she could imagine, count all the numbers, all the stars and clouds, and all the flowers she could spot around her while slowly drifting away. She would have counted every single object around until her entire body had gone numb making her fall asleep. She just wanted to drift away and be woken up by her brother and grandma.
It was getting darker and darker. Sun had almost disappeared into the thick darkness. Ying didn’t have enough time – she was not fast enough. But the girl didn’t stop. Ying imagined invisible hands grabbing onto her legs and slowing her pace even more. God, was she running at all? Was she even moving? Please, just let me go… Please!
Suddenly everything stops. She doesn’t feel anything. She doesn’t see anything. She is neither breathing nor functioning. She isn’t there anymore. She is a lifeless creation existing in the abyss of nothingness. Where is she? Where am I? Am I dead?
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