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Paralysis was not something on Yao's bucket list for her long life, but it wasn't the worse thing that could have happened to her. After all, she could be dead.
In all of her days peering into the future, Yao had never lived past that night on the balcony. This was a different timeline, one she's never encountered before. Part of her wanted this to be a dream, some kind of wishful thinking before she died.
It wasn't, and Yao was grateful as well. She wondered what this timeline would look like with her alive. She hoped it was good.