The blinding light erupted from the facility, a searing cascade of light that enveloped every fiber of your being. Its warmth, an unexpected caress against your skin, overwhelmed you, forcing your body to succumb to the sheer intensity. You collapsed, the strength draining from your limbs, as the consuming darkness swallowed you whole.

Time lost its tether in that bleak, desolate void, a place where the absence of warmth left a biting, bone-chilling coldness that seemed to seep into your very soul. Yet amid the emptiness, a delicate symphony of sound, the gentle rustle of feathers, and the familiar scent of ancient parchment and aged books stirred around you.

Your senses gradually awakened to a faint, ethereal dance of existence, as though emerging from a slumber in the most serene of libraries. As your eyelids fluttered, struggling against the weight of weariness, the sight that greeted you was unexpected. Your former assistant, once distant and unyielding, now cradled your weakened form with an inexplicable tenderness, as if engaged in a silent, dance.

"You are as beautiful as the day you died.."