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Unfortunately, her eyes opened once more and she was forced to endure the reality of her situation which was surely as unbearable as when she'd been stood up and conscious, if it was not now worse. She was not expecting to open her eyes to see Porphyria above her, so close. This was surely a dream of some sort. The light was so bright Porphyria almost seemed to be silhouetted by it, or was she instead trapped beneath the figure of a fallen cemetery angel?

Nova started to become aware of the fact that she was struggling to breathe deeply, not because the air was being squashed out of her lungs, but her heart was still palpitating like it had forgotten there was any other speed. Physically, she was frozen in place, the rise and fall of her chest all that she could commit to. She was starting to become more aware of Porphyria's weight and where her own body ended and the other woman's began. Was this real or had she hit her head on Ophelia's headstone and fallen into another reality? Maybe she was dead or dying and Porphyria was trying to check for signs of life? Maybe she'd been an angel of death this whole time and at long last she was ready to claim her for the afterlife? That would probably explain why she felt so drawn to her, it wasn't anything abnormal, her body simply knew it was her time. Were you planning to drown me in a bog?

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