Outside, in reality, his limbs were stone cold. The lifeless eyes were half open and his breathing was beyond visible recognition. The heart beat had co down to 10 beats per minute. The coldness was slowly spreading into his torso.
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12 MINUTES TO COMPLETION.
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In the inner world of consciousness, a soft flesh lump was on the floor, next to a long disorderly arranged span of bandages. Faintly visible smoke linings rose from the soft squishy piece of at.
That was Lee's brain, and the last part waiting for disintegration. It laid on the ground helplessly, and waited for release from this torture.
Yes, it was torture. His eyes, ears and other sense organs slowly disappeared into thin air, and Lee beca imprisoned in a dark and unbreakable prison. His eyes faded off and he lost the power of sight. The ears disappeared and he was cut off from any auditory sensations. His skin and skeleton slowly crumbled down to nothing and flew away, and his brain was the last thing that remained.
The tir ticked down to the last minute and only a very small piece Lee's dulla oblongata was all that remained. His last bit of health and vitality soon vanished away, as nothing of him was left solid in the consciousness.
The consequences of suffering and pain won over the tir by 15 seconds. The bandages on the floor were the only symbol of his existence. Just as his entire being was completely dissolved, his heart ceased to beat. This ended the legacy of the person who transmigrated dinsions!
But the panel kept on ticking. Like a soldier returning to his ho from the frontline, with no knowledge that his family mbers were massacred in the anti, it hopefully continued to count down.
The tir reached zero. It froze, and no changes occurred. After a dozen of minutes, the panel suddenly beca distorted, and acted as if it was going completely glitchy. It continued to act bizarre until a dark hole was opened in it.
A skeleton's hand ca out of the darkness and it spread its palm out. A second later, the bandages lying on the ground began to move, and vibrated with great vigour.
*shaa..*
The wrappings scattered to different directions and went out of the visible range. The hand stayed motionless and suspended in the air, while the panel with the dark hole in it was continuing to glitch uncontrollably.
From a distance, a voice could be heard. It was the return of the bandages, flying in the air. But they did not look like how they were when departed. There were innurous particles covered around the bandages, like an envelope. With speed double than when departing, they dashed towards the extended arm.
After gathering in front of the palm, they began to rotate like a storm. The bandages and the dust particles surrounding it looked similar to a sandstrom. The converging eye retreated a few tres backward, away from the hand.
The skeleton hand with only bones and no flesh, clenched its fist. The sandstorm accordingly compressed under the control, and a much denser storm was born. The clenched fist was opened up, and a set of gestures followed it. So looked like a vertical head chop, while so looked like gesturing to make a strikethrough.
The sandstorm like structure promptly began to shape itself under the commands of the fist. The speed and complexity of the gestures began to increase, and the actions beca indecipherable to naked eye. The sandstorm was now being shaped into a human figure, and the outlines beca more clear and accurate.
When the last set of gestures were made, the palm attained a Vitarka Mudra. It stayed the sa till the sandstorm executed the given commands and completely attained the desired form. The sandstorm slowed down and showed forth a human shaped sarcophagus box made of dirt.
The box floated vertically and moved towards the palm. After moving forward a distance, another palm erged from the dark hole, and conjointly ford a Padma Mudra.
The front portion of the sarcophagus box was outlined with vague lines to denote the human figure and position of body parts and limbs. A black line appeared through the exact center of the front side of the box. Taking a second to completely spread the line from the top to bottom, the front portion of the box was slowly opening to the sides.
The sarcophagus box was made with a thick layer of dirt and it was more than one inch thickness. The line began to widen slowly and the distance between the two opening doors grew steadily.
Inside the box was a human figure completely wrapped in linen. The thin and folded linen stripes covered the entirety of the body. The arms were on the side and the human figure did not show any kind of physical deformities. Standing 1.87 tres tall, it was covered with exquisite looking criss-cross wrapping.
The skeleton hands disappeared into the hole and the dark portal disappeared. The panel glitching uncontrollably ca back to its normal state, and slowly evaporated. It was a slow process and started from the top right corner, and travelled long and wide.
Though the panel was evaporated completely, the smoke, or the gaseous residue of the panel was suspended in the air. After completely disintegrating, the greyish gas rushed into the wrapped up body and entered into it. Within a second, the gas had disappeared into the box.
*BA-DUM*
The cave echoed the unusual sound with joy. The atmosphere beca silent for a minute, and sentient beings sharpened their ears, in response to the clearly audible sound. The beasts of the dungeon traced the source of the periodic and unique beating, to the forbidden cave. With fear and curiosity equally balancing each other, rodents and jaguars halted their conflict and ca to the entrance of the cave, and peered inside.
They could not find the source of the sound, because Lee was inside the crevice, hidden from their sight. The sound of a louder heart beat ca from him, but not from his heart.
Seconds before, Lee was a lifeless body with all signs of sentience halted. He was no longer living, and was officially dead. Then it happened!
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