I’m floating. I’m numb, drifting in a world of unknown colors. No smell and no sensations, nothing but emptiness around me. I’m a thought, a whisper in a sea of emptiness. I’m free, in a place that’s nowhere. ...Is this what dying is like?
I wander for a long time, without directions, without space. It could be a second, it could be a year. I could be an instant mixed with eternity. It could be anything, it could be nothing. Time makes no sense here.
I wait without expecting anything. I don’t know anything. Where, When, Who… No questions make any sense to me. I’m just there. Free and… trapped. An ethereal space, a dive in emptiness. My soul on a lock, my mind in a blank. Slowly drifting apart, losing anything I gathered.
No light and no warmth to accompany me, no one.
It’s
