A harsh ringing sound deafened her ear as Anima stumbled backwards.
Millions of lives played out in front of her in that instance with no boundaries separating them from her. Was she Anima? Or was she one of the many within the flood of information.
A life of a husband who went to war leaving his family behind, their tears and his sadness. His fear and regret at the moment of his death.
A child who watched hunters take her family away from her before being sold as a slave.
The homeless who starve, the rich who abuse and the ones in between. All of their lives merged within Anima's mind.
Within the boundaries of her soul, millions of hands reached out in an attempt to seize every piece of her as she was unable to hold them back in time.
Tripping over her own foot, she fell backwards and started to spasm on the flood with her aura becoming more unstable with each passing second.
"Anima!"
"Big sis!"
