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A blanketing emptiness, nothing sprawling into plains of nothing.
Then bright, blinding light. Life beating, loud, clear, in his ears. Alive. He is Alive.
His eyes slip open, deep, dark, brown.
Life colors his cheeks, warm, alive.
“Harry,” You say, breathless, astonished. Heart roaring in your chest.
Joyous sobs pour from your lips.
He smiles, groggy, but cute.
He is alive. And you will cherish it.