Looking back, a sensation of tremendous pain running down from a rotating head to lower back as the eyes caught a glimpse of distant lights flashing through branches and holes in tree trunks the size of bullets, the feeling of something being lost rushed in, triggering some deep-seated nostalgia. What was lost? What was taken away? Does it even exist? What is 'it'? Why am I afraid, trembling with fear, fear of losing something, something valuable to someone, something I can't really understand? Questioning oneself about one's understanding of that thing, thoughts as such flooded through the mind of the head shaking in pain, intermittently disturbed by the head's body being dragged across uneven and rough ground leaving a blood trail, slowed by dangling legs that fail to work and a gradual loss of hope. The hands wrapped around the chest of the human dragging the head's body, tightly gripping its hands and pushing forward with all might and force. What makes someone a human? Is it the muscles, bones, blood, organs, body parts, face, brain, ... a soul? What is the source of life inside a human body? Do I still have it? Have I lost it? When....how....why? Did I even have it at the start? Was I even born a human?

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