The soul drifted, lost in the vortex. It knew only absence and loss. It felt no pain because it lacked any form, but it yearned, oh how it yearned. It yearned for sensation and for the connection it knew on an instinctual level was possible. It was so cold and so alone it didn’t understand how it had come to this place nor how to escape it. Time was its enemy here, it knew. It just didn’t know how to fight or why the war was even taking place.
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