Elias didn’t feel the impact. One moment, there was the screech of tires and the blinding glare of high beams; the next, there was only a profound, heavy silence. The frantic world of steel and asphalt had vanished, replaced by a soft, amber-tinted fog that felt like a warm blanket.
He wasn’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, half-remembered faces that felt like home. A woman approached—his grandmother, who had passed when he was seven. She didn't look old or frail; she looked like a memory of summer. Life After Life
"It’s not quite what you expected, is it?" she asked. Her voice wasn’t a sound but a thought that blossomed in his mind. Elias didn’t feel the impact