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After all, what does it feel like to die?

What's it like to feel your body losing warmth and being embraced by the shadows, while your eyes lose their glow, and the last breath escapes your lips?

Twelve years ago, Eleonor's heart stopped for a few moments, but in her unconsciousness, none of these experiences could be felt.

So, what does it feel like to die? Eleonor was sure she would know the moment the gun was fired, and the bullet came swiftly towards her.

It's funny how certain moments in life seem to unfold slowly, and others pass by in a blink of an eye… Like as time is broken, or everything is just a matter of perspective… just like the truth, composed of layers that unfold.

And at that moment, when the bullet came towards her, the feeling was that time stopped — maybe that's the feeling of dying.

But everything took no more than a few seconds, and the pain of the wound never came. Even with her eyes closed and her nerves numb, the sharp pain never came. And when the heavy eye
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