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A blinding darkness enveloped Richard as he was flung through the windshield of his car.
He was no stranger to darkness, but this one felt cold. Was he alive? Richard could barely concentrate, different shapes and colours danced before his eyes but he did not have the ability to process them. He lay on the ground, motionless. The sound of water flowing nearby filled his ears, though he could not turn his head to identify the source. A grassy surface pressed up against his back.
Quiet footsteps approached his place of rest. At this point, Richard was caked in his own body. Two gentle arms reached at him, reached through him and picked him up. The man was a distinct point of clarity in Richard's vision. He wore a white robe, accented with brown straps, a petasus sat atop his head. He peered at Richard through sharp, slanted eyes. The man cradled Richard in warm arms as he walked forward.
Peering around the man's silk garment, Richard saw the outline of his own body, lying motionless on the ground.