[oo1] opportunity for redemption
Mere moments ago, she’d had it all. Every possibility, every conceivable twist or turn any universe’s reality could take, everything at her fingertips. And yet now—
…In any case, the young woman has very little now, slight exaggeration aside. Blessedly (or not), she still clings to fragmented memories of her end, and appreciation of her passing comes to her gradually, but this she accepts calmly and without fuss. Is that somehow unusual?, she wonders ─ to realise that the flame of life no longer burns, having been snuffed out…however long ago. She herself isn’t aware of time frame, of how long ago it was that she blinked out of existence; and though such a mystery inspires the gentlest of frowns the moment it occurs to her, it’s granted only that one moment of consideration. Measure of time surely can’t be much use to her now, she reasons, so to dwell this particular detail for longer would be useless.
Instead, she strives to remember her prior existence, to bring together her scattered thoughts into something coherent ─ and for better or for worse, this she manages to do within good time. Memory returns like waves lapping at the shore, gradually but nonetheless with some force. Columbia, her cage, Comstock,— DeWitt. Aptly, her process of thought comes full-circle too, ultimately bringing her right back to where she started: her end. Yes, it all falls into place now, just as it had the first time she’d become fully aware of the limitless connections and relationships; history is also echoed in the sense that she receives (or re-receives) this information whilst bearing the burden of sadness, yet doesn’t cry out or express otherwise any raw emotion. Facts are fact, and what’s done has been done, after all.
Deeming herself now sufficiently aware of her thoughts, Elizabeth now looks to study the situation of her location. This she commences by - quite simply - standing from her seated place, if not without staggering a bit, before allowing her gaze to wander.
She’d been brought up to believe in life after death, and this is supposed to be it ─ thing is, however, that there’s neither anything particularly heavenly nor particularly heavenly about her surroundings; on the contrary, her environment looks to be of the…mortal realm still, somehow, much as the area resembles a station of sorts. Or perhaps this is purgatory, an interim stage between life and death…? Impossible to tell. In any case, it doesn’t take much imagination for her to admit she could be worse off, even in death, and so it’s with this drab optimism (though also with the doubt that she’ll encounter any other) in mind that she pushes onwards.
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