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Heavy breathing fills the air. I pant. Light peaceful Christmas music fills the atmosphere. Where am I? Who am I? Is this a dream? If so, why can't I awaken? Where are my shoes? Why is there blood on my hands? Brief yelling is heard from behind. I turn. No one is there. A blood trail glows. I follow. I can fill my heartbeat pound throughout my chest, as if it was merely trying to escape. But from what? What's happening? What am I doing? Is this a dream? I feel like lucid. So, unreal. As if I'm no longer in control of my own body. What is this? Why am I holding a gun. I stop. I try to think cordially, but I can't. What is wrong with m

The human soul is immortal. It cannot be destroyed. So when a human "dies,"   They only depart from the body, In a shedding-like manner. ...Therefore, "death" is nonexistent.