That Wayward Soul
She woke up. For the first time in a long time she woke up.
But, at the same time, it wasn’t her first time. She had been up many times before that.
Though, who was she?
Whowas she again?
The name Kushina vaguely resonated within her head.
But, there was another name too. This one was less clear, too transparent to get a grasp on it, yet she knew it was there.
And, she went to sleep once more.
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She woke up again, the second time.
This time, she was able to see.
It was dark in her tiny line of sight. There were pillars that encircled her, a dusty ceiling over her head.
She was confused but didn’t know what confusion was.
Reincarnation was provided.
But what did that mean?
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The third time, there were others.
She was lifted and being talked to.
She could feel something, but didn’t know what it was.
“Sad,” she said, though the speech was garbled.
She was sad.