2 Death?

I wonder how long it has been since I died?

I had enough time to go through the plot of almost everything I have ever watched. At least the parts that I remember.

The one thing that has me worried currently is the fact that the orbs around me are slowly but surely loosing their colors.

And since the orbs are the only thing that exists around here I am just going to assume that I am one of them.

I wonder what the colors mean?

Do they represent the sins and virtues of those that died? Or maybe it represents their personality?

Wouldn't that mean that mean that things like the soul exist? I was never one for religion or philosophy, but even then it is still an interesting thought.

Not that it really matters now anyway.

The other thing I noticed while going through my memories is that whenever I think about them I remember less than the last time.

I first noticed when I couldn't remember the names of some of my coworkers. I don't think that this is really a bad thing.

Of course it is a scary thought that I am slowly loosing everything that makes me who I am, but if you look at it from a realistic point of view it is probably better than having to spend an eternity within this godforsaken place.

Back to the important part.

(Not that me losing my memories is unimportant)

What I also noticed is that those that lose all their colors just seem to disappear.

This also what brings me to my next question.

If these orbs are souls being cleansed of their former life then where do they go after that?

Simply Nonexistence or maybe Reincarnation?

I admit that I'm getting kinda excited at the thought, not that this will continue for long if my colors continue to fade...

I am really running out of stuff to do in this place.

I guess I could just start to count those orbs?

(An unknown amount of time later)

That really didn't take as long as I had hoped it would. Or did it? Dammit...

Though my count might not be completely accurate considering that new souls appear and disappear almost every moment.

And while we are talking about newly appearing souls, I can also tell you about one of the new arrivals.

This particular one also seems to be the most special one I have seen until now.

You remember how I told you about the fact that those colors give you a feeling of what they are supposed to represent.

The new arrival looks like a big lump of dried blood, that somehow also looks to be... rusting?

It really is hard to describe someone's soul.

And as if that wasn't unique enough the feeling I am getting from it sends shivers through my nonexistent spine. It is also a rather disturbing thought that whatever this 'thing' was while it was alive, is enough to even terrify my soul.

Well, at least whatever this thing is seems to have died considering that it's soul is here.

Did that thing just move?

It's important to mention that none of the souls around here seem to show any signs of movement.

Also none of the new arrivals seems to ever collide with the already existing ones.

It isn't much but this thing seems to be moving in small bursts of speed.

Again nothing I would concern myself about to much if I wasn't in fact the closest soul next to it.

And of course the thing screaming bloody murder is coming closer to me... Just my luck I guess.

...and it is still not stopping.

Please don't come to me.

Please don't come to me.

Please don't co-

*Crash*

Pain. Another thing that is very difficult to describe when you don't really have a body. The closest thing I could compare this to is being burned alive.

Not that I really have experience with that either.

I can feel my own soul cracking in different places under the impact. Small parts of my soul shattering of the main part and starting to drift through this endless void in different directions.

And with every piece drifting off into the distance my emotions fade a little more.

At least I am not the only one that got hurt during the collision. I can see that the other soul is in a similar state to myself with bits and pieces of them breaking of the main soul.

While a considerable part those pieces is just flung away harmlessly some of them fall into the cracks of my soul before I am sent flying through the endless void and whatever remains of my mind falls into darkness.

...

Do you know what it feels like to wake up with the worst hangover ever? I feel like I inhaled a barrel of whiskey before having my head pounded into a wall

and being dunked into the the soul juice of some random monster in the void.

Not the best feeling ever as you can surely imagine and nothing I would recommend.

Hmm... I'm alone? Oh right I was sent flying after the crash and it seems that without friction or anything else to stop me I am pretty much flying infinitely.

While I don't know for how long I was unconscious it must have been at least long enough to fly away from the main soul cluster.

Since no matter where I look I can't really see anything except the endless void.

And as I try to remember what exactly happened during the crash I feel that the cracks have slowly mended themselves back together.

Although small dark red lines like an erratic web of a spider are now covering half of my otherwise ordinary soul.

I also feel the lingering whisper of hatred running through those thin strings.

That seems like something I should consult a doctor about. Do soul doctors exist?

Those are problems for future me

I should be more concerned about where I am currently going since I still show no signs of stopping.

But since there really isn't much I can do in this situation I might as well rest my mind for a bit.

Even though I don't have a body that could feel tired. Staying conscious for an unknown amount of time is sill taxing on my mind.

Shortly after deciding to rest, my mind wanders of into the darkness again.

And had I stayed awake for just a little while longer I might have seen the giant multicolored crack in the void swallowing my soul.

...not that I could have done something about it anyway.