Transition

"Dark.
Quiet.
no sound, no light.
no space, no time. No guidelines.
Who am I? Where I am? What's happening?! No answer. Silence.
Darkness around. It lulls, soothes, lets its sprouts deep under the skin. Offers to dissolve in oneself, return to non-existence... to peace...
But there was something ... different!? Light, sounds, smells, tastes, warmth on the skin, wind in the hair... fresh air... Am I breathing? I am alive?? No answer.
These fragments... of what used to be... Memory? It beckons to itself, it is so close, it seems, at hand. By hand? There are hands, a body, a head... something else is left of me. From me - about whom? Never mind. It is important not to succumb to the voice of emptiness, to preserve those fragments that remain - they say there is something else besides darkness and silence.
Nonsense, says the void. There is no light and heat. This is your dream, you made it up in your head, you believed in a fantasy, stupid. Darkness and silence were eons before you, they will be eons after you, how could it be otherwise? Let go, return to oblivion...
Shut up shut up shutupshutupshutupshutup!
don't let the worms of doubt gnaw out your hope. Concentrate, you must find the fragments of memory, blind them again, grab hold and, despite the darkness, silence and emptiness, push the invisible walls separating you from the goal. And make the transition.
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At that moment, somewhere in the world, a comatose girl opened her eyes."