ポ ス ト を 開 始
She is floating. Yes. That is correct. However, she is not floating in the sky. No. She is floating in an abyss; an endless fall of darkness all around her. There is nothing for her to see. There is nothing for her to grab on to: no friends nor family. She is alone. Not even her Zanpakuto is here for her. Is this a dream? No, this is more like a nightmare, yet, she is not afraid. How strange… She feels no fear; no distraught with her situation. In fact, she feels at peace. Maybe this is death? Is death peaceful like this? She thought there would be a light, but her eyes could see no brightness in this endless pit. ‘Huh?’
There is a sudden sensation washing over her entire body. It is warm and comforting. It is similar to the sweet embrace of death, but there is a detachment that made it feel awkward. That’s it. This isn’t a feeling that her own body is creating. There is some outside influence on not only her physical self, but her spiritual self. It lulls her, and slowly, her eyes begin to close despite the world around her being nothing but her own thoughts. Then, she hits the ground, but she does not hit it hard. All around her are strange reddish flowers that she cannot make out as her subconsciousness fades.
There is a lot going on that Elyss could not even fathom to understand unless one sat her down and pounded lessons into her mind relentlessly. If one were to ask her how her treatment went, she would simply give them a blank look followed by a shrug and a change of subject. What would they expect? If one were to also add the fact that she was unconscious the whole surgery and put into a medically forced coma during the whole thing to keep the pain from waking her up. Though, it was unlikely anything would wake her up due to her body being so numb from the beating she received moments earlier. Even after the two hours had passed and her body began healing itself, she remained in slumber for the whole day tired not only from her body working relentlessly to mend itself, but also from pure exhaustion from exerting herself against Arkin.
On the next day, however, she is still sleeping, but her breathing is more at ease. Her face also looks better than before; the swelling receding and her nose more natural looking despite the smooshed mess it was yesterday. Whoever had worked on her did a good job. Still, her bandaged form seemed far from awakening, yet, she dreamed. One could tell by her eyes moving under her lids. What did she dream of? Well, it is a dream that only she understands.
All around her, the ocean roared and rumbled, but this time, the skies are grey with thunder clouds that bellowed deeply; lightning arcing with a piercing cry periodically. Elyss is there; in the middle of this rampaging storm being thrown here and there in the steaming hot waters that burned and melted her skin. Strangely, she felt at ease in this chaos. One would think this a nightmare, but to her, it felt too familiar to be anything of the sort. That’s when the lightning finally left the sky and crashed into the waters right onto her head with a cry that shook the world around her.“Ah!”
Elyss jumps up from wherever she lied with a startled cry, but, immediately, she groans in pain and soreness feeling her whole body resist moving with sharp numbing pain. As soon as she rose, she fell back onto her back and stared at the ceiling dazed. Where the hell is she?