PROLOGUE

Why do you have to survive from the pain where you will still face death in the end of life? Why do people choose to suffer, always?

Is death really the dead end of life? Or there's something more out there after death where we still, didn't know---still undiscovered because no one came back to life from death?

Have you ever questioned life?

Have you ever smiled with the thought of you, being breathless with death in front of you?