Down Memory Lane, Part 3

Deep somewhere in a cave, dark, damp, rocky, echoey, and very, very much chilly... something inside violently quaked, then a flash of light - a weird light. It was swirly, it was bright, and it was also very, very hot.

The light was the first she saw, the first thing she felt, and it was overwhelming, it was scary, and it was also the last thing she saw, the last thing she felt - the light slowly stopped swirling, the brightness gradually dimmed.

It was cold again.

Just right before death, merely but a moment, she heard for the first time too - a strange noise, a strange word. She didn't know many things in her brief time existing… but in that time, she did manage to learn one thing.

"SHIT!"

That word sounded funny.

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A decade later, it happened again. Shattering windows, rupturing decaying floorboards, a quake rousing dust and dirt to sway in the barrenness of an empty home.

Home?

How does she know what a home was?