I died and then I lived again.
Before I had time to express my emotions about the drama of life and death, I found that I had to face the tragic fact of excessive escape in a strange world.
So I fled around the world with my precious manuscripts, holding on to my powers that I didn't know how to use, and then tried to record life with a pen out of a writer's professional ethics.
Oh, sorry, I have to move again. I'll talk about it later.
Try the literary version:
I remember, I died.
Died on an ordinary day, a so-called simple individual. There is nothing worth remembering and nothing to regret.
I thought everything would end like this, but I didn't expect that the world loves jokes.
And in this way it tells me that the end of a nightmare is the beginning of a new nightmare.
Concept: Resurrection from the dead is never a miracle worth looking forward to