As she was carried deeper by the River Of Death, all of the singular memories that made Rowena herself were vanishing, disappearing without a trace into the waters.
She cried out and tried to fight it, unwilling to let go.
No! They were precious parts of her life!
How could they simply take it all away and make it amount to nothing? She struggled helplessly and yet she didn't even have a body to move in at all. There was no way for her to fight it at all.
Rowena started freaking out but the bubbles that left her soul started to increase in number and filled the entire river with a froth of them. Each of them was crystal clear at first but then some of them were colorful and bright and others were dark and mundane.
A happy memory of herself shooting her first game? Gone. A terrible memory of losing something important? It vanished. A senseless memory that showed her eating lunch? Now popped.
