DBY106698

Darkness. Is this what death really is? Nothing but emptiness? Is it truly just… over? “No.” came a raspy voice. It was seemed faint and distorted, but was still clear enough to be understood. “Who’s there?” the female glowchu called out. “Corbyn? Is that you? Why can’t I see anything?” “All will become clear in a moment. Just relax.” The voice returned, hearing it a little more clearly this time. It was a deep masculine voice, yet it felt so welcoming rather than intimidating. There was a feeling of movement. She started to struggle, but the glowchu found her body heavy an