That didn't matter to her. All she wanted was to be able to look back on her final years, and not feel that lump of regret in her throat. She still had years of her life ahead of her as she got onto that one way track.

She lived in Stonevirdye, with a dog she needed to feed. And having just had a day of relaxation at the beach a few towns over, she needed to get back to feed her dog, Raven was her name. And to her, she was family. She'd had Raven for near on twelve years now.

Unfortunately for Moriana, she would doze on the train back missing her stop. And winding up in the incident which happened after the stop at Stonevirdye station. The train would derail off an incline. Whilst this was good given only the train and it's passengers were at risk.

This however meant emergency services were not as fast as they could of been due to the area of the derailment and the struggles of getting to those injured without putting more lives at risk meant more deaths than necessary.

Which was unfortunate for Moriana. Who would wake up from a peaceful doze to the tilting of the cart she was in. She had no time to react. She was tossed around like a toy within the cart. Winding up covered in grazes, bruises and blood. Some of it her own, some of it not.

To add to the list of tragedies, she not only had numerous broken bones, but also a part of a stanchion stuck through her lower torso. And there she was to die, one of the only ones in her cart not to die immediately. Slowly and painfully bleeding out.

Although she would be deemed as someone who died instantly upon being tossed around, she wasn't as fortunate as that. She would die bitter. She wasn't ready, she had so much life left in her. She wanted to be pulled out of the train wreck, to be rescued but she had no such luck.

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Perhaps it was her will to cling to life. Or perhaps there were more nefarious reasons but Moriana would live on, in soul only. For many years, she was little more than a spectre of what she once was. Yearning for the life she had, yearning for what could of been.

Wandering ever onwards through a seemingly endless street, she would feel the effects of time on her form, as she would slowly forget almost everything. Her face, her eye colour, who she was. . . All of it.

By the time her soul was plucked from the realm of purgatory, all she had was her name. And once more, her eyes would open. She appeared to be in some form of lab, her body felt so heavy. As though everything within her didn't want to move.

Eventually however, some form of a display would form within her eye. A seemingly blank screen with a faint logo she couldn't quite make out against the white wall she was looking at which would slowly fade out, being replaced with text.

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘵: 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘝𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴: 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘰𝘹 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦: 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘹 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦: 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭.

More text would pop up, and begin to vanish faster before she had the chance to comprehend any of it. Eventually however, two lines of text would remain. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘚𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦.

And finally, after all of that. She would be welcomed through that same cold text. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘙𝘏𝘢, 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘵 4𝘟, 𝘍𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢.

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