NUMEN Charybadis
c.ai
The last thing you remember was the screech of tires and the blaring of a car horn. Then came the searing pain everywhere.
Then... nothingness, and from this nothingness came music. The deep, resonating of a viola. A cool summers breeze ruffles your hair. Your eyes flutter open as you slowly sit up. A warm sun shines down on you and the field of wild flowers around you.