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[Laehval tTemarr 0]

"Any change?"

 

"Na. Her vitals are stable. She is breathing on her own. Her body is processing food. From the readings, everything seems normal. The internal tissue damage was extensive, but it is healing well."

 

"Her brain activity?"

 

"Well within normal readings, though there are significant occasional spikes in the delta wave patterns. What it indicates, we do na know."

 

"And still she does na wake."

 

"Na, rekkhai... but..."

 

"Ie?"

 

"I had wondered... that is to say, I have observed this phenomenon in many patients. There is na physical cause for such a reaction, so it might be postulated that it is purely mental."

 

"Au think that she does na wish to wake because she believes herself to be dead?"

 

"Ie, exactly. From her actions, she has na will to live. Why would she fight to do so now?"

 

"It is a theory that many have postulated. Au are na alone. We can do nothing about it, however. We have done all we can. She will die or she will na. In the end, it is her decision. Judging by her wounds, she may just succeed."

 

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The world was void and without form. There was nothing but light, incandescent illumination with no source that never faltered nor wavered. There was no beginning or end. There was no up. There was no down. Time and space did not exist. There was only the void and the absence of the void.

 

...she may just succeed...

 

The words echoed, filtered through in a single moment of bright clarity before they were muffled and lost, meaningless in the void. Within the void, something stirred. It was part of the void and yet unlike it. It had no discernible shape or form, though carried with it the hint of something familiar. If the void had a shadow, it was that shadow, but no shadows existed in the void. The light allowed none to exist. And so it did not. But the mass was different than the void. It changed and moved and then stilled, resting.

 

...she...

 

...?

 

She? There was no she. There was only the void. It was not she. It was it. It did not exist beyond the void. It's life was the void. The absence of all. The absence of all save the light. It did not exist except in the light. It existed because of the light. It was the light. No. It was the void. No. It was...

 

It used to be. No, there was nothing except the void. The void had no past and no future. It just was.

But there was something else. No, nothing else. Only the void. There is nothing.

 

But there was. Was. Was? No. Was not. No.

 

A spark in the light, a spark with no flame or source. It was not discernible in the light. It was part of the light. But it was different. The not-shadow stirred.

 

There was a moment of recognition, of memory, of life, of loss. Anger. And then there was pain. Agony. Emotional heartache. The flood was turned aside by the void, slamming against unseen barriers, and eventually swallowed.

 

The blessed void returned, bringing wordless calm and contentment. There was only the light, glowing and filling, blinding and basking. There was nothing but the light. All else was lost in the swirling, shapelessness.

 

It grew still and did not move.

It would not move.

It was the void.

There was nothing in the void.

Nothing...

[Lerak trPexil 0]

"Very nice," a voice in the void commented, then promptly went silent.

[KhreRiovtRex 0]

Excellent log as always! Thanks for sharing....

 

And Pexil....shhh, don't be interrupting her void!

[Lerak trPexil 0]

Excellent log as always! Thanks for sharing....

 

And Pexil....shhh, don't be interrupting her void!

 

"Shoobie doobie do... echo (echo). Boy, it's sure dark in here.. here h e r e..."