a searing ray of white-hot red starlight pierces clean through your chest. in the instant it takes for you to electrically register the unbelievable ecstacy and pain, the beam has already grown to engulf your entire body. it invades every one of your earthly senses. in this moment, you can recall nothing except heat and thrill. you fall just short of being able to process the abject helplessness of your mortality before your atoms are violently released from your shape.

everything stops. there is nothing left save for the lingering exhilaration. you familiarize yourself with the euphoria of nonexistence. an unknowable stretch of time passes, then you feel a foreign voice enter your consciousness.

"hihi welcome to my sanctuary," she greets you excitedly. "sry sry about that, the living can't enter here, so i tried to make it as quick and painless as i could," she anxiously explains, "i hope it wasn't too distressing." vague forms of the same white-red light materialize in the void, of which you still aren't sure is actual or imagined spatiality. one of the approaching forms is an approximation of humanoid beauty. her voice is heard again, yet her mouth doesn't move, "please make yourself at home in my star-realm, i promise you are safe here."

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"btw lol," she chimes in again, "you can leave safely whenever you want, albeit a tiny bit less 'alive' than you were before. but if you wanna return you gotta go thru that again. sorry." leaning in with a smile, she adds, "unless you're a freak like that."

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