Why is this written like this?
Doing some playful experimenting, wanted to try my hand at a greentext. Probably won’t do this again, it’s just not my style, but it was fun giving it a shot.
>be me
>driving home late at night
>radio playing “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse
>love that song, cranking the volume up, feeling like a badass
>suddenly see headlights coming right at me
>try to swerve, too late
>impact hits like a freight train, everything goes black
>floating in darkness, no pain, just… nothing
>then, a soft light appears in the distance
>start moving towards it, like being pulled by an invisible force
>the light gets brighter, and I find myself in a white room
>no walls, no ceiling, just endless white
>it’s quiet, like the calm after a storm
>feel a presence, turn around, and there she is
>an angel, standing there with a serene smile
>she’s glowing softly, almost like she’s made of light herself
>golden hair flowing like it’s underwater, eyes the color of the sky at sunrise
>”You’re not supposed to be here yet,” she says, voice like a melody
>heart starts racing
>”Am I… dead?”
>she nods, but there’s no sadness, just understanding
>”Yes, but it’s not your time. You have things left to do.”
>everything feels surreal, like a dream, but too vivid to be one
>look around, trying to make sense of it all
>”What things?” I ask, voice trembling
>she steps closer, reaching out her hand
>the touch of her fingers on my forehead is warm, comforting
>”You’ll understand when it’s time,” she whispers
>a strange warmth spreads through me, like a hug from the inside
>the white room starts to fade, her figure dissolving into the light
>hear a faint beeping, growing louder
>the light fades completely, replaced by darkness
>wake up in a hospital bed
>fluorescent lights overhead, their buzz cutting through the silence
>smell of antiseptic in the air
>body feels heavy, like I’ve been asleep for years
>blink a few times, trying to focus
>realize there’s a nurse beside me, adjusting the machines
>”Welcome back,” she says with a relieved smile
>try to speak, but throat is dry, voice comes out raspy
>”What happened?”
>she tells me I was in a car accident, barely made it
>as she talks, I glance around the room
>see the IV in my arm, the heart monitor beeping steadily
>a TV in the corner playing the news on mute
>but all I can think about is the angel
>doctors say it’s a miracle I survived
>head’s still spinning, replaying everything that happened
>can’t shake the feeling that the angel was real
>days pass, recover slowly, but that memory stays with me
>her words echo in my mind
>”You’ll understand when it’s time.”
>life feels different now, like there’s something more to it
>like I’ve been given a second chance
>maybe it was just a dream
>but deep down, I know it wasn’t
>there’s something out there, something bigger
>and now, I’ve got to figure out what that means