A strange world

'The cruelest trick of time is to steal you from me, but love will always find a way to rewrite the stars, because distance means nothing when love exists beyond time itself.'

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At first, everything was eerily silent and still. It was like he lived within nothing, and his body wasn't his to control. He was floating and sinking into space with no sense of destination. Then suddenly, there was a loud, weird sound that resounded in his brain and made him grimace in displeasure.

His head was hurting like there was a hammer drilling a hole into his skull. All he knew was that he wanted that annoying sound to stop. Wherever it was coming from or whatever was making such noise that could wake a dying man, he wanted it to stop. Thus, he forced his eyes open but quickly closed them back upon seeing what seemed like heaven and clouds.