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She falls.
She doesn't know when she started to, but she falls, eyes closed. And she wonders.
Who am I?
Such a simple question. Such a difficult answer.
What is my name?
She wonders briefly if she ever had one that truly mattered.
What am I?
It doesn't really matter in the end. What we are never matter, it's what we do that count, right?
Am I a good person?
It's a question she should have asked herself a long time ago. But what is a good person? Who can judge of who is good and who is bad?
What did I do?
She has the feeling it is important, but she can't remember. She just falls.
She has countless questions, but she can't remember them. She can't remember much. What she does remembers is the feeling of sadness, of curiosity, of guilt. It's not much, but it's something.
She feels like she's dying. Maybe she is.
A... kid?
She falls.
You're not supposed to be here.
She sleeps.
Can't you hear me? You're like me. Or maybe not. It's hard to tell.
. . .
I don't think you can hear me. I can't see you, but I can feel your presence. What happened?
She can't feel anything.
Kid, I'm going to grab you. Hold on!
She opens her eyes to the snow and a dog.