One pulse
Gasping
She opens her eyes slowly

[Falling, falling, falling...]

One tear. Why?
She was dead, at last.

[Falling, falling, falling...]

The dead's ground feels terrible.
Her hair is dirty. But she still had hair!

[The Sea]

What are dead people supposed to do?
She stands up. AAAA!

[The Sea]

She hides her face in her hands. Just can't stare at the ocean.
Turns around, slowly, and spies.
So much wood... The sun burns her white skin. Dead people shouldn't feel.

[Falling, strenght, no!]

She walks towards the woods. And now what?
Her dress was all teared apart, filthy. Did she deserve that? Yes, she did.
It was all her fault. But what? What had... No! Not to talk, not to see.
Just a woman. Now she was dead and that was it. But what had she...?

[No!]

Walks a little more. Her stomach hurts. Dead people shouldn't feel hunger. What if... AAAA!
She had to be dead! Had to!

[Falling, falling...]

Falls. Crying with her face in the sand, she can't hear the steps comimg. But her back stops aching. She looks up.

[No!]

No