From these ashes, not fire, I shall rise again. From these sleeps, not dreams, I shall wake up again.
The pain is a bit too large, a bit too heavy. The darkness is a bit too black, a bit too dark. But its changing, the pain increasing, the blackness accelerating. The light could be seen, a while back.
Its cold out here. I am freezing. The fire is making my life miserable. But everything is changing and the clouds are clearing.
Its moments away. A few moments. A few dozens of them.
But it shall happen. It must happen. It has to.

Someone will come back to life. Again.