Ascend.
Continuously ascending.
Lorenzo awoke. He tried to move his body but found himself so exhausted that he lacked even the strength to move a finger. He could barely open his eyes to gaze at the grim world.
He was rising.
No force was carrying his body upward; instead, his heavy body began to feel lighter.
"Weight" gradually decreased, continuously shedding the unnecessary impurities from his body, much like gold refined to become purer and lighter, discarding all its flaws until the earth could no longer confine Lorenzo's body.
Ascending into the skies, reaching the Celestial Kingdom.
"What... what's happening to me?"
Lorenzo was bewildered, struggling to comprehend the present situation. His foggy consciousness stalled his thoughts, making it difficult to think, like rusted gears on the verge of falling apart.
An unknown amount of time passed before he finally summoned some strength. His hands slowly regained control, and he struggled to wave them.
