Smoking Matters // Style South Park

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All black, all black.. nothing.

Stan saw nothing.

He stopped feeling anything.

So confusing, he still had his mind and could think normally.

It went on for a few more minutes, until..

Something appeared in front of his eyes.

It was far away but he saw.. Gold clouds?

'What the heck?' He thought.

He tried to approach the place full of shiny cotton candy-like clouds.

Something stopped him though, it was someone. Someone appeared in front of him.

They were half transparent, their eyes brighter than the brightest light he had ever seen. Their waist was the place of blur, they didn't seem to have legs as their body was blurring away in the place where their waist was. The hair they had was so long that it blurred away with their waist as well.

Most weirdly, they had wings. Large fluffy wings, full of long, beautiful feathers.

Stan looked at them. Their face.. Yeah, their face. It was so familiar. Stanley was almost sure he had known this person. But who the hell was that? He had no clue.

The transparent angelic person reached their hand out to Stan. He hesitated, looking at the half transparent hand in front of him.

"Come on, Stanley. It's gonna be safe."

They spoke in a very familiar voice, as familiar as their face.

But yet, Stan still couldn't tell who that soul belonged to.

After some time, He finally put his hand on the one the angelic person has owned.

He noticed his own hand looks the same as the one he put it on. Transparent, with some blue shine coming out of it.

He felt himself get stressed.

But the second he touched the hand with his own, everything got blurry. Everything faded away.

"Wait, wait! It's not supposed to be like that!"

The angel shouted as it disappeared. Their voice also got blurry.

Stan's eyes widened, he almost felt his breath hitch.

But wait, he didn't even breathe. He started to realize what was going on but..

..Everything went black again. His mind as well. Nothing, it all was blank.

He felt absolutely nothing.