An ear-splitting crash and a sense of being thrown were all that she experienced in her last moments.
When she regained consciousness, she was on a wooden bridge, with a bicycle in her hand, walking towards a city full of skyscrapers whose silhouettes were a bright contrast against the setting glow of the sun.
She wasn’t alone, she noticed as she read the board at the end of the bridge which read “Welcome to The New Heaven”.
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