Coma-2020-subtitles

Viktor didn’t wake up to the sound of a heart monitor. Instead, he woke to the sound of a city breathing—except the city was upside down, and the breathing was the low hum of a thousand collective dreams.

Viktor looked at his hands. They were translucent at the edges, like a low-resolution image. "I'm an architect," he whispered, the memory of a car crash suddenly sparking in his mind like a short circuit. coma-2020-subtitles

She pointed to the "sky," where giant, ink-black silhouettes—the Reapers—roamed like sharks in a reef. They were the manifestations of brain death, the cleaners sent to scrub the dying memories away. Viktor didn’t wake up to the sound of a heart monitor