She had always been a corpse; dying even as she lived (if you could call it that). She saw in a blur of colors and shapes, nothing real, nothing solid. All that she could be sure of was the constant flow of time. One day after the other. Until even that abandoned her, shifting into an erratic pattern she could no longer predict.

Then she was left stranded, caught in the technicolor reality full of flashes of blue-eyed Somebodies and blond Nobodies and those never meant to exist in the first place.

She fought, for a little while. But soon she was forced to give in, no longer caring whether she lived or disappeared; it was all useless anyway. So she sat back and watched the drama she caused until it was time for her to take center stage again and disappear into the light that might have been what she'd always searched for.