As I walked through the valley of death I observed the hands of those asking for clemency. They had served enough of their sentences to start rising into my kingdom. Some almost escaping the trap between realms to wondered around until their next cycle comes.
One pair of arms called my attention. I moved toward it as fast as I could. A wrist watch still ticked. This soul had been dropped here in error. I looked up to the skies and called for the cavalry. In a swift wave of color, the butterflies arrived, taking it back to the gods.
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