The Last Soul
Lively, Jonathon / Editing, Peppermint
Lathan was falling, not fast or slow. It was almost like gliding. Comfortably gliding toward a bright light. Specks of white were racing by him, or he was racing past them. He couldn't quite tell. Some lights even seemed to be circling his body. Although they zipped by quickly, the journey took a long time. Some lights pulsed and seemed to pace him. He wasn't sure what to make of that. All he felt was peace, acceptance of where he was, and whe...