Moonspear are we awake, or are we asleep?

When life came to take her to the world beyond, Mira sat ready on a dark chariot; the princess who drummed her fingers and twiddled her toes and thumbs waiting for this moment. She was eager to make her way out. Snake soul writhed within her, coiling around her heart and squeezing it dry of feeling; she was made completely bone and flesh in that instant as the red organ shriveled within, then thrummed with sudden life.

Mira hungered for the milk of her mother and found it soon enough, greedily drinking her fill with an insatiable thirst. Beside her lay others whom she paid no mind. Only in the days to come would she learn what competition they were.