When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in Haze

Max's consciousness drifted through a darkness in which nothing existed.

If there were a universe where every star had died, would it feel like this?

A pitch-black world without a trace of light. He felt an urge to decorate it with sparkling stars.

Dazed.

His thoughts went on and broke off repeatedly, like a broken lightbulb flickering on and off.

‘···Am I dead?’

Was I going to regress after being given another chance? Or would I be sent straight to the afterlife?

Questions that had occasionally crossed his mind during everyday life surfaced only now.

When death had actually drawn near, he hadn't had the time to think about such things.

Were Flora and Ellen safe...