I saw the violet coin twist and turn, floating in the air before I caught it and slapped it on the back of my other hand, to then see the 'H' upon uncovering the coin, just like I had wanted.
Sucked into the vortex, from existence to nothingness, from awareness to unawareness, my consciousness awoke again in a body that was not mine.
Again my instincts screamed at me that I didn't belong here; panic set in to return to the well-known shell my consciousness originated from, but with the experience I had in using the violet coin, I managed to suppress it while walking out of the warehouse.
I miraculously did not stumble while looking at my father's back as he pushed the wheelchair toward the open metal door of the fence.
Everything I saw was intercepted by a fine net in front of my face, hiding 'my' face but also my red eye color.
This was the reason it had to be now.
