She was awake. It took a moment for her to register that she was once again conscious of her surroundings but it was dark. She opened her eyes and felt the sudden intense transition from the comfort of darkness to the agony of a glare so strong that her eyes snapped shut again in rebellion; to protect her from the intensity of foreign brightness. This wouldn't do. She needed to be more visually conscious of her surroundings. She tried again.She opened her eyes but slowly this time. The gradual transition helped ease her eyes into visual focus. It was bright and extremely white. She looked around, It was too bright and too white to be true. She closed her eyes and opened them again, as if such an exercise would wake her from what she presumed to be a dream or a mistake her brain might have made in the process of growing accustomed to her consciousness. It was still the same, Extremely bright and extremely white. She grew more conscious of her body and she looked down. She could get up couldn't she? She tightened her muscles, preparing herself to get up and pushed herself. There was something restraining her because no matter how hard she tried, there was a force which kept her down. She was bound. Bound to what? She suddenly grew conscious of the coldness beneath her. It felt like she was lying on a table. She registered her situation. She was lying down on something cold and was bound to it. What is happening? Why is she bound? Why can't she get up? How did she get here?
And then it hit her: Looking at the earth grow smaller and smaller. Sun above: it's glare so direct and potent. The mundane life in the spaceship in a realm so unknown to everyone. The red lights and loud sirens. The freefall. The deafening noise. The shadows.
And suddenly the shadow was upon her, It wasn't a shadow anymore. It was livid. She focused more. It had a foreign glow. It was upon her. It touched her. That steely and fiery touch. It looked at her. She looked back. And darkness.
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