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May. 5th, 2014 09:21 pmSharon, for all intents and purposes, was dead. She remembered the explosion. She remembered sacrificing herself to save Earth.
But if this was the afterlife, then she was in an afterlife no mortal had ever imagined. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like a room of mirrors. Sharon stared at her reflection, quietly astounded that it looked so familiar for something she'd never thought she'd see again.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she started exploring the room. It seemed to be a domed room, no exit available at all, and it felt like eternity and yet no time at all before she got the idea of pulling the mirrors off, one by one, until she found one that opened like a door. She slid through and found herself in a passage that wouldn't have been out of place in an eighteenth-century mansion.
She frowned. What sort of afterlife was this?
"HELLO?"
But if this was the afterlife, then she was in an afterlife no mortal had ever imagined. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like a room of mirrors. Sharon stared at her reflection, quietly astounded that it looked so familiar for something she'd never thought she'd see again.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she started exploring the room. It seemed to be a domed room, no exit available at all, and it felt like eternity and yet no time at all before she got the idea of pulling the mirrors off, one by one, until she found one that opened like a door. She slid through and found herself in a passage that wouldn't have been out of place in an eighteenth-century mansion.
She frowned. What sort of afterlife was this?
"HELLO?"
