C1. Nobody said it was easy~

A mellow feeling. 

Forebodes a sinister ploy.

With scent of rotten.

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The sensation beneath me was incredibly gentle and velvety, reminiscent of a luxurious couch.

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Although not quite as plush as a couch, the softness still provided a considerably comfortable surface as a couch. The softness still provided a considerably comfortable surface to recline on.

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I found myself in a completely relaxed position, with my hands naturally resting beside me. The perfection of this setup was oddly suspicious, making me wonder about the circumstances.

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Through the thick veil of darkness, I struggled to pry open my eyes, as if I lacked the strength for even the slightest movement. This feeling of weakness extended beyond my eyes, affecting my entire body.

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I attempted to gradually move my fingers, and fortunately, my middle finger was able to extend itself to some extent. As for the other fingers, I have absolutely no control over them. Am I paralyzed? What is happening?

As I gradually regained control, I could sense the ability to move my eyes returning. With cautious anticipation, I lifted my eyelids and allowed my vision to adjust to the surrounding darkness.

Unfortunately, despite my efforts, the lack of light made it impossible to discern any distinct shapes or objects. However, there was undeniably something in front of me, so close that it felt as if there was merely an inch of space separating me from this mysterious surface. 

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Frustratingly, I was unable to approach any further due to the fact that my neck remained immobile, rendering every other part of my body unresponsive. 

I find myself caught in a state of panic, a feeling of haziness overtaking my senses. It is a situation unlike anything I have ever encountered before, and it fills me with great distress.

Thoughts of my impending demise start to consume my mind.

Is this the end for me?

Suddenly, I began to have the ability to smell, A delightful fragrance wafts towards me, seemingly emanating from the surface directly in front of me. The scent is overpowering in its intensity.

Determined to regain control over my body, I make a concerted effort to move the muscles in my eyes, which prove to be incredibly challenging.

Nevertheless, I persist in my endeavor, gradually gaining mastery over the movement of eyes from left to right. 

Emboldened by this progress, I channel my focus towards my fingers, successfully managing to manipulate them, although my hands remain immobile.

Desperate to gain a better view, I strain my eyes downward, only to discover that I can survey only what my eyes can observe without any rotation or tilt of my head or neck.

Now that I've realized, I at least have the ability to breath ever since I woke up and got to open my eyes. 

With newfound awareness, I decided to test by moving my eyes from left to right, hoping that the rest of my muscles would follow. 

As I did so, I began to hear a peculiar noise emanating from in front of me. The sound resembled that of water hitting a surface, growing steadily louder. Strangely, this sound seemed to originate solely from behind the surface in front of me and not from any other direction. 

It must be rain.

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After engaging in a few practices, I noticed a slight movement in my head. Although my neck muscles initially felt stiff and uncomfortable, making it difficult to move without experiencing pain.

Despite the discomfort, I persevered and continued to gradually increase my range of motion.

eventually, I was able to lift my arms, although they still felt disproportionately heavy. In an attempt to gather my bearings, I glanced to my left and right hoping to find some indication of my surroundings.

I suspect I'm inside some kind of box with a soft interior.

As the weight of panic starts to overwhelm me, I push myself to mobilize every inch of my body.

I wiggle my arms, left and right, while my fingers hang limply without any autonomy.

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Frantically scanning my surroundings, I hope that my upper body will regain its responsiveness. 

Gradually, I succeed in mustering the strength to command the muscles in my mouth and throat.

The act of moving my mouth proves arduous, akin to attempting to part lips sealed with adhesive tape.

"MmmmmoooaaaaaAAA" I managed to let out a voice.

"AHHHHH!!!!!!!" I let out a scream.

"HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE! I NEED HELP!"