I watched all this from ten meters away, feeling inexplicable pleasure surging everywhere, letting the flying debris penetrate me over and over again. I knew that this bystander was my consciousness, or in other words, "conscious of me."
"No one can hurt me anymore!"
Anyone who comes close to me will hurt me. It is natural and understandable. But why do you smile at me?
Is it night? Is it daytime? It doesn't matter, the dissipated consciousness will never see such a close, beautiful, shining soft smile again.
Those words rang in my ears again, but the tone was no longer exciting and trembling. The voice is faint, getting farther and farther away
"No one can hurt me anymore, never again"
Consciousness disappears into thin air