Hauntings of The Past

Swimming

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No, I was drowning.

Everything was overwhelmingly dark, yet, nothing alien to me after my unique experience. Slowly I woke up from my muddled state and sensation returned to my body.

I tried moving my body but it felt as if tons upon tons were stacked on it. My limbs felt constricted and my breathing was… I wasn't breathing.

I'M NOT BREATHING!

Suddenly panic filled my mind as I thrashed around with difficulty. I kicked my legs and swung my arms haphazardly in an attempt to fight my way out of these formless chains. An action born purely out of panic and nothing rational.

*pant* *pant* *pant*

Only when I felt a bit of fatigue and my squirming quieted down did I realize that I was not affected by the lack of breath.

Curious I 'looked' around in an attempt to make something of my situation, but before I could even move my head I realized the futility of my actions. So, I focused on sensing the Aeter instead.