The Two Hundredth and Seventy Seventh Life-Part Five
Aura was on the ground, tears streaking her face. Happy tears. Aura was happy for me, happy that she had helped me, happy, happy. Without Aura, the universe would be pointless, eventually sucked back into the void. But no. I was going to protect it, the fallen warrior come to reclaim his kingdom in the stars. I felt her tears, strangely, like they were my own. I felt every emotion possible, voices, melding together to create a symphony, an orchestra of low and high and everything in-between.
“I can feel-” I stopped, letting the universe take control of me slowly. “Everything.”
And with that one, finished sentence, everything fell apart, and I was nothing again.
“I can feel-” I stopped, letting the universe take control of me slowly. “Everything.”
And with that one, finished sentence, everything fell apart, and I was nothing again.