The void was absolute.

No light. No sound. No air. Not even time itself dared to exist. It was a place of unyielding nothingness, where existence held no meaning, and the concept of life was a cruel joke.

Within this void drifted a single, nameless soul.

How long had it been there? Minutes? Centuries? The soul couldn’t tell. Trapped in this purgatory, there was no sensation, no thought—only an endless, silent blackness.

But then, something shifted.

A sudden force, like a cosmic vacuum, gripped the soul. It had no time to react, no chance to resist as it was yanked violently from the void. Light—blinding, overwhelming light—burst into view for the first time in what felt like eternity.

And then—CRASH!

The soul, now encased in a physical form, plummeted from the heavens and smashed into the scorching sands of a desert.

Slow pace. We warned!

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Chapter 17 - Merry Christmas!