She couldn't breathe, but she wasn't suffocating either. 

    It was like she was floating through mid-air, suspended by nothing but the faint sense of consciousness at the back of her mind.

    Yuna remembered the stars. It was what she saw before everything faded to black. It was what she was seeing now, a whole cosmos of it, quiet explosions of light and force, so cold and yet so beautiful.

    For the first time in her life, Yuna felt at peace.

    Slowly, she bid herself goodbye, and let the stars guide her to nothingness.