Along Came the Pink Spirit (джен)

Sakura died in the war, giving everything she had to save others. Like Tsunade, she used her own vitality—but unlike her mentor, she pushed beyond her limits, burning through every last drop of life she had. Her short existence was cut off in the name of sacrifice.
She thought she would find peace in the Pure Lands, a well-earned rest after her struggles. But instead of moving on, something latched onto her soul, dragging her back. It pulled and twisted until she felt her very core distort.
When she woke, she was bound, sealed away in utter darkness, with only silence as her companion. Was this a punishment? A cruel joke? She had no answers. Time became meaningless, slipping past like an endless river with no beginning and no end.
Then, until one day, the seal broke.
Finally free, Sakura stepped forward—only to find herself staring at a duck-turtle paddling lazily in a pond. Overhead, a flying hyppocow drifted through the sky, looking as if it had no fucks to give.
Yeah. This wasn’t her world at all.