Chapter 71
January: 3,389 BC
Earth: Uruk Territory
GITA
The cold grip of death carried her as she floated in the song, rocking gently as her body was carried downriver. There was no sensation here, other than the cold she felt no pain. She would just let go, and then she would wait for him, for he had given himself to her, and once he crossed over, she understood he would be hers.
Days passed by as the gentle currents carried her downstream, but try as she might to just let go, something whispered to her. Stay. Mikhail needs you. You cannot let go so long as he is still alive.
Something tugged at her chest. Pain. Shouting. Arms picked her up and carried her away.
More time passed and she realized she was no longer cold. That sensation of floating faded into a new song. Children's vo
