In the deep, she is still - so still, so quiet. She looks up, eyes still unseeing and there is nothing but pressure and the sense of being deep, deep down, under water. Eyes open, she peers up from the crystaline depths - in her eyes, she sees the brightness of the sun, shimmering and clear across the still surface of the deep, deep water holding her body weightless and safe.
Rays of light reach down, stroking her flesh with filtered warmth; calling down, calling her up. Up from the dark, up from the deep, the pressure. Up into the brightwater.