Chapter 2: Lonely
"I see. Maybe at the end of everything, there's only this. Just perpetual darkness."
Her will slightly faltered.
"Maybe reincarnation isn't real. Maybe there's no judgment, no Yama, no hell. Uuurgh. I'd even take eternal damnation over this silence...."
Kivas, unshackled from a mortal body, felt no fatigue. Her current state seemed to engineered itself hard to preserve her cognitive function—an unholy gift, maybe? Just to ensure she remained conscious, tortured, alone.
As more years slipped by, Kivas began to lose hope.
"Maybe this is hell after all. An eternity of solitude to cleanse my sins, one agonizing moment at a time..."
1,000 years had passed.
Somehow, she still held onto her sanity.
Was it sheer human determination? Or was Kivas simply an aberration, an anomaly of willpower?
She kept counting. Always counting. And whenever she made a mistake, she corrected himself.
Not like there was anything to do.