"..."
It was a very strange feeling, Herbert clearly saw his own physical body.
The delicate shell was lying quietly on the ground, hands resting on its chest, as if it were asleep.
The white-haired boy's eyes were tightly shut, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his pale skin.
His face was calm and serene, with no trace of pain or struggle.
His once smooth white hair scattered casually around him, like a silver halo.
His body lay in a relaxed posture, limbs naturally at ease, like a child having a beautiful dream.
And around his body, vivid flowers were in full bloom, with dew drops from the morning still on the petals. Under the sunlight, they reflected rainbow colors, as if they were crystalline pearls.
The flowers clustered together, swaying gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound, as if whispering or guarding the sleeping body.
The scene was indeed beautiful, but also really strange...
It felt like attending my own funeral.
