My body rashly moved about.

My limbs flailed but the tight space prevented it from moving an inch. My legs, although weak and numb, kept on kicking down the path to escape.

The narrow space gave a sense of security and a mother's warmth, but the lack of oxygen caused my lungs to convulse and my heart to violently pump.

I can't breathe...

The suffocation was unbearable, I need to leave.

I felt myself nearing towards the edge. Like the experience of drowning and the feeling of being saved, it felt as if half of my head has escaped the surface. I was then slowly being pulled out by something.

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My body then found itself in a much wider and open space, my heart calmed and lungs relaxed, my numb legs no longer moved yet my arms flailed about, searching for something as I wailed, taking as much oxygen as I could.

It was only then did I grasp onto something warm and secure did I calm down and the wailing slowly decline.

Drowsiness hit me, too tired to think of my situation before I entered a deep slumber.

Deafening roars echoed in the distance, terrifying lights flashing in the gloomy skies.

A white robed figure leisurely watched the scene, tapping their finger on the wooden surface of the table as their other hand supported their cheek.

A game of chess laid untouched on the table as the figure seemed to be waiting for something.

A deep, pressuring voice, neither male or female, uttered in boredom, " It's time... "