[ WP ] A village of 5000 is destroyed by an earthquake , sending everyone to the Spirit Realm . You can revive yourself by running back to your corpse before your `` life '' expires . You only have 5 minutes left .

I was one of the lucky ones. At the edge of the village, the river pools into a large circle for my friends and I to swim in. When the earthquake happened, the pool erupted into motion, and the hole that swallowed my village never got to me before the mudslide. I remember layer upon layer of mud pushing me down, and I could draw a perfect picture of the branch I grabbed before I was pulled away from the hole that was once my home. 
 After a few minutes, I was dead. It felt like a wild panic as I grappled for air, then sleep, then sudden clarity. I was abruptly released from my body. I could see my body, then the pile of mud atop it, the ruins, the valley, the whole world, and more. When I arrived in the spirit realm, some of the villagers were already on their way back. They were downtrodden. One of them mumbled, `` There was nothing to return to. I was nothing but a pile of meat and bones.'' 
 I snapped into to present. I still feel, in my immaterial state, a little substance, an electric rhythm of life. I can almost hear my heartbeat in the distance. I ask the man, `` Did the whole village die?'' 
 `` Undoubtedly. Every single one of us besides you and your friends were accounted for in the accursed place,'' he fumed, `` yet some returned —we all felt the pull to— and they arrived in time to return to life, but my body...'' 
 I do n't hang around to talk. I'm not sure how I do it, but I can feel, at each turn, where to go. Every cave opening, every building, every tree feels familiar as I blast across this strange land. I feel no pain, and no need to breathe. I am able to run faster than I ever did in my body, but soon, I do n't feel the need to. The blur of the landscape turns into abstraction. I feel the reverse of when I died, seeing the stars first, then the earth, a large land, and finally, my valley. I find myself running again. I stumble, and fall into that same pool the earthquake destroyed. Wreckage was everywhere. Every three within a mile was felled. And mud sat drying in the sun everywhere except the hole where my village once sat. I see spirits, like me, sobbing over their mangled bodies, and revived bodies doing the same for their loved ones. Most villagers were crushed by the pit. Only a few can be revived. I am one of them. I can feel it. I am close. 
 My feet make no imprint on the mud as I run down the side of the mountain. I follow the trail the mud slide made as I crashed through the valley. I can feel myself fading. I'm being pulled back to death. My body is somewhere underneath me, somewhere in the mud, but I ca n't get to it. I dive in. My strength falters, but I somehow tunnel through the debris. I can feel my heartbeat now. I can feel the dirt inside my lungs and I almost cough, but my vision blurs. I can see the entire pile of mud again, then the valley, then the earth, but something slows down. As I frantically dig, I feel something. Weakness, cold, and pain spreads through my body. Even as I start to be pulled into death, my heart starts beating. By the time I start to see the stars I can already feel adrenaline coursing through my veins. The downtrodden man I met in the spirit realm has only a second to smirk at me before I'm whisked into life. 

