Dun-Dun ... Dun-Dun She could hear her heartbeat. So clear. So loud. As she had never heard it before. Dun-Dun ... Dun-Dun - "Uhh..." It pains so much. It pains to the point that she couldn't move a muscle. Or she was bound; she couldn't tell. If she could see, she would've looked at her body, arms, legs. To see if anything restricted her. But now, no matter if she opens them or closes them, her eyes won't see. Of course, it's because she hasn't had any for years now. Even though her vision is now as bad as her hearing is good. She felt that it must be the end. Her final judgment. She must've died one way or another. - "Have I failed, God? He didn't seem to regain his power. Why? Why him? Why did you choose me?" - "What doest this wench sayeth?" - A boy's voice makes her flinch. - "Coequal though we und'rstand h'r, t doesn't seemeth to has't senseth" - A voice of someone older. - "Shoo! Can't thee und'rstand? An alien on our ship! And the lady can discourse." - Someone seemingly much older corrects the other two. Or it seems so - "Oh, the myst'rious wench, if 't be true thee und'rstand us, prithee bid about thy civilization."

- "Wh-what? Who are you? You're from the theater, right? No, it can't be right. Is it heaven? Hell? It hurts; it's hell, right." - She never has to talk that much, but the rising panic does its thing, making her act unusually.

Ah-hahaha! - She can't tell for sure, but it seems that the boy is rolling around the floor laughing. She had an urge to hit him, but she couldn't do it. The oldest one spoke again - "Thee've been almost dead from both the injuries and the illness. I'm surpris'd yond thee didn't treateth yond one bef're" "Haply the lady can bid us about someone hath called Borte Flyer Bird?" "Who is that? Some Anglian or Vespian? I can't help you with that." "Anglian or Vespian? Who art thou, pray tell?"

Oh, I wish I had a talent to write everything properly😓

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