The First Tale of the Dying Soul of Tashi Def - Chapter 1.1


    The Jade Chakra Dragon thundered first, her glimmering surface shimmering and rippling like liquid light, slicing through the skies as the avalanche roared and crashed below.


    My alchemist master and I trudged through the snow, each step heavy with foreboding.


    Patterns of a map shone like neon lights across her entire body, rippling and glowing as though alive, following the fluid movements of her serpentine form. It was utterly beautiful—like a Ray of Energy Light, shimmering and rippling like liquid fire, crackling with the sharp intensity of a lightning spear.


    It surged forward as though cast from a celestial wand, its glowing tendrils slicing through the vast void, seeking to pierce the cosmos brimming with millions of lights ahead. To connect. To transcend.


    My rescued dog, Drakos, found at the Sky Funeral Site of the B?n Religion, followed gracefully. I looked up, bracing for death, prepared to meet the end.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    There was no time for a final glance at Master—or at Drakos.


    Ah, one more death to add to my life. That of my own.


    Well, all humans die, yes, you and me, die. But, alas, I never thought I’d face the end like this—beneath the gaze of the Celestial Jade Dragon. (Rather, the Jade Chakra Dragon.)


    And I named her “JC Drake,” secretly, for a reason that I am yet able to confide, judging from certain elementary complexity as of the void of wind of the Four Elements (or Four Almighty Fire Wind).Her luminous form unraveled the tapestry of creation—mountains crumbled, oceans surged, continents split—all within the living embroidery that she carried.


    Now, in this era—Today, circa 20,000,011.1.1 after the last civilization—fear of death confronts us before I can share tales of it, much less my near-death experiences.


    And yet, transcending the states of dying, existing in the phenomena between births and the afterlife, there is meaning.


    "Even at my age, I can still tell that they matter to us—especially the energy beam from the celestial wand. It’s like the soul, sliding and swimming toward the vast, endless backdrop ahead. Kind of like... you know... a glowing sperm racing to the womb of the universe. The beam becomes the way itself—through and through, guiding the whole dying-and-after-death thing, like a savior pointing toward some big cosmic truth.


    Eventually, it’s the consciousness of the dying—or, the soul that just jumped out—making its way to the yet-to-be-known side. Right?"