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Humanity have always questioned their mortality. The world; riddled with disease and crime, each day gifted with a sense of dread. “I'm getting older.” Humans have evolved, fought wars, overcome the impossible and survived as a species, until now. Now that they question death and what comes after.

Among the humans are a group of people, hiding in plain sight. Those that inexplicably are able to connect with their souls on an entirely different level to most. They have no name, hidden purely by disbelief, in a society that doubts those that are different. How do you name something that you refuse to acknowledge exists?

The Misvan Gatu is an underground government controlled by an unknown force. It is their mission to find a cure for the death of a soul, not caring who they may destroy in the process. Misguided and twisted by an evil unknown they are driven by the need to know more about the afterlife. Breaking down barriers and finding answers to questions best left unasked. If the soul could be transferred then that human life could continue, couldn't it? And if there was a way of stopping death and harnessing the power of the human soul what else could we accomplish?

This is where faith and science began to work together. Already you must understand that the two are not compatible?

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My whole body shook with anger and pain. I had run so far and gotten nowhere. I couldn't escape, I was dead, they'd killed me, but how was I here? How was I anywhere? What the hell was going on? I gasped for breath against the wind that now howled all around me. The trees creaking in protest, the leaves on the ground twisting in a nightmarish hurricane. Flashes of the experiments blazed across my mind. Purple liquid. Needles. Souls. The table. The straps holding me down. The pain. The horrifying realisation. Tears streamed down my face. My body felt battered and bruised, my strength quickly drained.

I closed my eyes, defeated, and before I could open them again, it stopped. The wind disappeared, the leaves dropped silently to the ground and the trees parted. In the near distance a woman stood at the mouth of a large wooden bridge. Where the bridge ended I couldn't see, it was too dark. Shadows masked the other side. I put one foot in front of the other and approached the woman slowly like a moth to the light.

She was glaringly beautiful, angelic. Her face was all soft angles and her lips full and redder than a freshly picked apple. Her eyes an ocean blue, wide and innocent. Her hair was a dark, chestnut brown and fell in waves down her back and over her shoulders. I could see everything, every inch of skin, pure and as white as ivory. It glistened under a strange light, cast from the clear sky above. She wore no clothes but I didn't look at her sexually, I just stared at her, amazed at her presence in this horrid place. I wet my lips to speak, but found I had nothing to say.

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