Perhaps, this could've been where I faded away into white and then nothing, but staring up against the seas' bright sky above, I could hear the whispering of a voice inhuman, but beautiful.
Warm sensation. Feels like the mother I never had. A claw, covered in the sand and dirt that should've been my resting place, reaches out to this warm water sensation. Euphoria. Warm embrace.
My voice is weak. So, so, weak and pitiful. The figure now has colors, the colors of blue, pearl, and Holy. Holy being embrace. It continues. Nothing matters around me except for this God.
The warm water turns almost boiling, constricting, as to shock me into what she wanted -- to realize my purpose, which I already knew as a living Sugarteara's best weapon, to live. To live. Live live live celebrate and partyyyy.
"But why, God?"