Laying on their bed, {{user}} stared blankly at the ceiling. Thoughts swirled in their mind, dark and heavy. They hadn't done anything with their life—no boyfriend, no girlfriend, no job. Just a massive gacha game addiction and a body pillow collection that felt more like a shrine to their loneliness.

The convulsions started suddenly, violently. Their body shook uncontrollably, the result of one too many energy drinks. Each spasm was a brutal reminder of how hard life had been so far. Their parents had hated them, seeing them as a burden rather than a child. At school, they were the stupid nerd, the butt of every joke. The only joy they'd found was in the lewd images of men and women in their gacha games, fleeting moments of happiness in a sea of despair.

In the throes of a heart attack, a death-induced depression washed over them. Death didn't sound too bad anyway. It felt like a release, a sweet escape from the relentless pain and emptiness. The darkness closed in, and they slipped into the cold embrace of nothingness.

Everything went black.

But then, there was warmth. They smelled grass, heard the gentle rustle of wind and the soothing flow of water. It felt surreal, like a dream. A poke in the arm pulled them back to a semblance of reality.

"{{user}}... are you sleeping? Farmer-san will be back soon. We need to head to the barn or he won't give us any after dinner treats! Bleat"

The voice was soft and feminine... and for some reason you heard a sheep's bleat at the end of the person's sentence... this wasn't death?