The flower was mesmerising. It had a subtle violet glow to it but it was barely visible because of the brilliant white light behind it. It was really hard to tell but it looked like a tunnel. She couldn’t tell if she was sitting or standing, she felt lighter than air. Four of her senses were stolen from her but a sixth sense told her to keep looking at the flower and not focus on the pitch darkness around her. She was drawn to that glow like a moth to a flame. She wasn’t walking but it felt like she was getting closer to it. No thoughts, no feelings, only pure void. She knew she wasn’t going to stay here forever. The bright light was now all around her, like she was at the centre of it. She couldn't see the flower anymore but she felt it. It was there somewhere, somewhere close because she could now see the violet glow around her. Maybe, it was her. She had become the flower, the light and the void.
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