I opened my eyes in the fog, and the memories of the past stung my nerves. I wanted to speak but my throat was blocked. I was walking barefoot on the cold ground, surrounded by nothingness. In this black and white world, the faint warm yellow light overhead becomes the only color. He raised his arms and held it slightly tremblingly, slowly opened his mouth and made a weak hoarse sound with his dry vocal cords.
"Ah, redemption..."
Purpose: Let readers have a sense of resonance and not feel alone