There were probably many ways to tell that one was about to meet their maker.
And frankly, Riley was just praying that the lights that kept on flashing through the haze of his mind weren't the same lights used by the heavens to fetch people.
Because if so, and there was a disclaimer he hadn't known about, particularly when it came to quantity over quality, then he was likely in for an express pass to the afterlife.
Since whatever was happening to him wasn't just a show of light but a whole production.
Then again, all that would have been Riley had he been aware of what was really happening to him, because in truth, the black dragonling was simply curled tightly as information, hopes, dreams, and fears came flooding him.
Within the cocoon echoed laughter, tears of joy, and praises—moments preserved through ages, waiting for the fateful day when memories of clear skies, fresh air, and flapping wings would come alive once more.
And sure enough, the visions began.
