"Does it– does it hurt? Dying?" "Quicker than falling asleep, sweet Ariel." The words were soft, yet tinged with sadness, like the melody of raindrops crashing against the rocky shore, or a lonely child asking for a hug, yet only receiving the cold and empty space of neglect and sorrow.
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"It is an odd thing, dying, isn't it?" There's a feeling of sinking slowly, but unlike other things, you do not feel the water filling your lungs as one would with drowning. Instead, there are no pains, no regrets, no panic. The veil of death becomes thicker as the breath leaves you, and a strange vision fills your mind when all other visions disappear behind the veil. It is not an eerie sight; there is even a certain calmness in the beauty of it all.
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Your eyes grow dim, your ears quiet, and you are swallowed by the warm embrace of the sea. The peaceful lullaby of your last memories surround you, bringing you comfort in the darkness. The voices become songs, each word a new melody, each memory a soothing refrain. The fear of the coming journey melts away, replaced by a hauntingly sweet lullaby that follows all things into the infinite dark.
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