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The strongest sense of reality youve ever felt in your entire life exists in these exact seconds which drag on and have no end and no beginning and might as well not even exist on their own because counting them is useless.
This reality is infinite.
Absolution.
Non-death.
Sweaty finger-tips which stain the chalky surface you seem to be laying upon, although youre unaware of your body and its position and if your brain is even attached to it anymore.
This may be simply your existence, your soul perhaps, in this nothing place.
This could be the dred you have always felt as a physical sensation and this is how it appears to you now that you can barely feel.
Now that you are barely breathing.
Choking, dripping down your throat, acidic, thick.
The last, the end, the nothing...
the fibers that remain on the edge of a ripped piece of paper.
A living hell.
The overwhelming sense of truth that this will never end because it is the end and you will experience it infinitely.
The presence of miniscule signs of life combined with abundant signs of death.
This reality is infinite.
Absolution.
Non-death.
Sweaty finger-tips which stain the chalky surface you seem to be laying upon, although youre unaware of your body and its position and if your brain is even attached to it anymore.
This may be simply your existence, your soul perhaps, in this nothing place.
This could be the dred you have always felt as a physical sensation and this is how it appears to you now that you can barely feel.
Now that you are barely breathing.
Choking, dripping down your throat, acidic, thick.
The last, the end, the nothing...
the fibers that remain on the edge of a ripped piece of paper.
A living hell.
The overwhelming sense of truth that this will never end because it is the end and you will experience it infinitely.
The presence of miniscule signs of life combined with abundant signs of death.