Dorothy's POV:
I was dead. I knew that.
Death was an extremely mysterious feeling. It seemed to be gentle but also painful. It was as if I was swimming in the water, but also as if I was falling endlessly into the universe. All the restraints had disappeared, and my broken body had become a thing of the past. Only a soul with no way back was left, wandering between heaven and earth.
Who would come to receive me?
Now that things had come to this, I was a little afraid. Did the Moon Temple welcome a believer of the Goddess of Fate? Could the River of Fate accept the shadow of moonlight?
I didn't know. No one came.
A few hot tears fell on my body, penetrating my empty soul and leaving burn marks. Who was crying? My heart clenched as well. Although I couldn't see or think of anything, where did this inexplicable sadness come from? I couldn't even cry.
The tears fell and disappeared without a trace.
