You Are Dead

Lily sat up with a gasping breath. She'd *died*.

She felt dazed and disoriented, so she could be forgiven for her lack of caution right after she came back to life.

With blank eyes, she looked at the wall in front of her.

The feeling of her blood leaving her arteries, gushing out, without her being able to stop it with her magic depleted, haunted her. If she had a choice, she never wanted to experience it ever again.

It had been terrifying, feeling her vision go hazy.

The wall was decorated with a single painting. A painting of a blooming rose, and what appeared to be dew, on closer inspection, was actually droplets of blood, blending into the red crimson of the rose.

Lily stared at it, not particularly thinking about anything at the moment. She felt terribly cold, as if she was still devoid of all her blood.

However, her mind was working as she tried to think about where she was, and whether or not she'd ever seen that picture before.