The regular and everyday day in Tokyo stretched out in front of me. I was just another face in the crowd, walking through the city streets, my gaze fixed on the glowing screen of my phone. I had no idea that this routine day would turn into a chaotic whirlwind.

My thoughts wandered to the digital sound of notifications and messages as I walked. My background music was the city's noise of honking horns and shuffling footsteps, a constant hum in the soundtrack of daily life. I had no idea that a commotion of chaos would soon disrupt this routine.

The urban soundscape abruptly transformed into a blaring sound. A truck's horn punctured the air, a dissonant note that shattered the day's ordinary. I looked up instinctively, and there it was—a massive truck accelerating towards me.

As panic surged through my veins, time warped and slowed. People screamed around me, their voices blending into chaos. I stood motionless, a bystander to the developing disaster. With each passing second, the truck, a relentless machine, got closer.

I was fully conscious of the impending collision in that suspended moment. It felt like an eternity had been compressed into a few seconds.

Then there's the impact.

My senses were assaulted by the collision.

The world spun around me, and pain erupted from every nerve ending as if in outrage. The darkness engulfed me like a thick, suffocating fog.

The transition from the lively chaos of Tokyo to a the pit of nothingness was disorienting. The sounds and sights of the city had vanished. I was adrift in an overwhelming emptiness that ignored description.

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As consciousness struggled to resurface, I was plagued by the unsettling realization that I was no longer a part of the physical world. There were no discernible sensations or tangible reality—only a vast void.

I tried to move, to grab something, but there was nothing to touch and no ground beneath my feet. It was as if I were floating in an infinite expanse, a lone soul suspended in an infinite void.

I came to the realization that I had died.

My disoriented mind was an endless stream of thoughts. Memory fragments flickered, parts of a life that now felt distant and detached. Tokyo's bustling streets, the glow of my phone, the mundane routine—all devoured by the ruthless jaws of mortality.

I struggled with the implications of my death in the midst of the void. What lay beyond this void? Was there an afterlife, or was this the end of the road? The unanswered and unsettling questions echoed in the vast emptiness.

A strange sensation started to surface in the midst of this existential turmoil. It was a faint, nearly undetectable energy, a throbbing force that appeared to come from within. Though I was unable to see it, I sensed its presence—a shadowy current running through otherwise motionless void.

I couldn't find myself. Tokyo's chaos engulfed me one moment, and then I found myself floating in nothingness. Nothing, not even a sound, just a vast emptiness.

I realized I was not limited by gravity when I tried to move. I was like a leaf in the wind, floating aimlessly. Fear took hold. "Hello?" I yelled, but my voice got lost in the quiet.

My mind raced back to the collision, the impact, the darkness, the truck's blaring horn. I was unable to wake up from what felt like a bad dream.

The void was filled with questions. Was this the afterlife? An odd halfway ground? There were no responses. Just the eerie sensation of being completely alone, coupled with silence.

And then an odd feeling. It was a feeling, a soft hum inside of me, not something I could see.