FIA
The darkness should have been final. It should have been the end of everything. But slowly and impossibly, color bled back into my world.
I opened my eyes to reeds.
They stretched across the entire space, tall and golden, swaying in a breeze I couldn't feel. The sky above me was impossible. A blanket of colors that shifted and moved like liquid silk. Purples bled into deep blues, then brightened to coral and amber. And scattered across that shifting firmament were moons. All the phases at once. Crescent and full, waxing and waning, hanging suspended like jewels against that painted sky.
I pushed myself up. My hands sank into soft earth. No pain shot through my body. No glass jutted from my throat. I touched my neck with trembling fingers and found smooth, unbroken skin.
Was this the afterlife?
