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Everything was black. The surrounding darkness was as thick as oil. The never-ending limbo held their body close, in an unbreakable grasp. Cold and unloving. They felt hollow. As if something important had been yanked away, but they couldn’t remember what that important something was. It was there one minute, but the next it was gone. A searing pain snaked around their brain like barbed wire, and tightly coiled around it, digging its points in as deep as they would go. Their head throbbed violently. Suddenly out of the corner of their eye, they saw a tiny white light gleam, far away in the distance. Forgetting their pain, they were immediately transfixed with the beautiful sight before them. It flickered like a lit candle, fighting against an abrupt breeze, threatening to snuff it out. They didn’t dare to blink, afraid that if they closed their eyes, for even just a split second, their only source of light, in the never-ending darkness, would disappear forever. Concentrating hard, the glow started to take shape. The shape of a butterfly. Its wings were a delicate white satin, with tiny diamonds dotting them randomly. Its angelic glow remained and began gracefully dancing its way to them. Its heavenly light follows behind like soft, shiny ribbons.

They held their breath as it drew closer, not wanting to scare the magnificent creature away. Undeterred by their stilted movements, the butterfly continued towards them. Unblinking, they continued to watch the soul flutter nearer, still mesmerized by its beauty, while also trying to remember what it was. They absentmindedly extended their fingers for the breathtaking creature, but unshaken, the little thing flew past them, completely ignoring them. Its wings gently kissed their cheek, as soft as the finest silk. Cold chills vined down their arms and legs as the sound of the butterfly's flapping wings perked their ears.

Zena Crocker.

The words rang out like silver bells and had a familiar feel to them. Perhaps they were important. Once more, the hurt made itself known, and much harder to ignore. It pressed hard against their skull. Reaching into the deepest part of their hallowed mind and tried to recall the importance of the words. Then with a sudden burst of realization, the answer was clear.

My name! 'Zena Crocker' is my name! They excitedly chanted to themself. Just barely noticing the pain in their head recede; albeit only slightly.

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Everything was black. The surrounding darkness was as thick as oil. The never-ending limbo held their body close, in an unbreakable grasp. Cold and unloving. They felt hollow. As if something important had been yanked away, but they couldn’t remember what that important something was. It was there one minute, but the next it was gone. A searing pain snaked around their brain like barbed wire, and tightly coiled around it, digging its points in as deep as they would go. Their head throbbed violently. Suddenly out of the corner of their eye, they saw a tiny white light gleam, far away in the distance. Forgetting their pain, they were immediately transfixed with the beautiful sight before them. It flickered like a lit candle, fighting against an abrupt breeze, threatening to snuff it out. They didn’t dare to blink, afraid that if they closed their eyes, for even just a split second, their only source of light, in the never-ending darkness, would disappear forever. Concentrating hard, the glow started to take shape. The shape of a butterfly. Its wings were a delicate white satin, with tiny diamonds dotting them randomly. Its angelic glow remained and began gracefully dancing its way to them. Its heavenly light follows behind like soft, shiny ribbons.

They held their breath as it drew closer, not wanting to scare the magnificent creature away. Undeterred by their stilted movements, the butterfly continued towards them. Unblinking, they continued to watch the soul flutter nearer, still mesmerized by its beauty, while also trying to remember what it was. They absentmindedly extended their fingers for the breathtaking creature, but unshaken, the little thing flew past them, completely ignoring them. Its wings gently kissed their cheek, as soft as the finest silk. Cold chills vined down their arms and legs as the sound of the butterfly's flapping wings perked their ears.

Zena Crocker.

The words rang out like silver bells and had a familiar feel to them. Perhaps they were important. Once more, the hurt made itself known, and much harder to ignore. It pressed hard against their skull. Reaching into the deepest part of their hallowed mind and tried to recall the importance of the words. Then with a sudden burst of realization, the answer was clear.

My name! 'Zena Crocker' is my name! They excitedly chanted to themself. Just barely noticing the pain in their head recede; albeit only slightly.