In the haze of unconsciousness and delirium, she felt her awareness slowly weakening, though Blanchi knew she was not far from death, despite being unable to perceive her body.
So tired...
Thoughts like rusted gears, turning with difficulty
No desire to make any movements
Her eyes could see nothing anymore
The brain quieted down, with only a few faint strands of thought still operating
...
The last string is slowly weakening
Soul Consciousness tends to dissipate status
Everything begins to enter the final countdown
...
"Click..." the gentle ticking of the pointer.
[Based on the host's detected condition, currently at the brink of death, to strive for the last chance, time will be paused here—Alice's Pocket Watch Maker, sincerely at your service]
The previously static clock began to move, gentle golden ripples continuously spreading, enveloping Blanchi's consciousness and body, like golden bubbles.
