[ He doesn't think he remembers dying, and that seems like something he should remember, but he certainly doesn't remember what he was doing before now. There's a nagging feeling he's forgotten he was doing something quite important that creeps up the back of his neck... But he doesn't think too hard about it, because it makes his head throb terribly.
He ignores the feeling, picking up one of the many opened powder palettes instead. ]
If I created an afterlife just for me, it'd look kinda like this for sure. How come you don't like it? Not your speed?
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[ He doesn't think he remembers dying, and that seems like something he should remember, but he certainly doesn't remember what he was doing before now. There's a nagging feeling he's forgotten he was doing something quite important that creeps up the back of his neck... But he doesn't think too hard about it, because it makes his head throb terribly.
He ignores the feeling, picking up one of the many opened powder palettes instead. ]
If I created an afterlife just for me, it'd look kinda like this for sure. How come you don't like it? Not your speed?