A voice came from a distant place. Sophia struggled to keep her eyes open to hear what was being said, but she couldn't make out the faces. It was like pouring poor-quality oil paint into water and then frantically stirring it with a stick—twisting, spiraling.
How disgusting.
"URGH."
She vomited a mouthful of blood. She couldn't even muster a sense of indignation, nor could she perceive her defeat.
Her brain, reeling from a severe impact, was unable to make any judgments. She merely watched the multicolored images suddenly vanish before her eyes as everything returned to darkness.
It was like lying in a room in the dead of night without any lights on, deathly silent all around.
Sophia stared into the darkness. Suddenly, the pitch-black void transformed into a succession of colorful scenes, her past flickering by like a revolving lantern.
She remembered when she was little, how she would often hide in deserted places, imagining a happy kingdom all her own.
