“I can’t tell if my eyes are open or shut, there’s nothing but darkness in front of me. I want to turn around, back to the world, but my body is paralyzed.
Is this reality, or a dream? I can’t distinguish between the two anymore. I can’t remember what happened, why am I here?
I still have my mind, I still have my thoughts, scattered, fragmented.
I cannot recall how long I’ve been like this; I have no concept of time in this place.
Colors dance in front of my eyes, if I still have eyes. They flow around me, circling my form. I watch them move in patterns, shapes that seem vaguely familiar.

I try to speak, but I have no voice. The colors fade away, were they even there to begin with? I can’t feel the ground anymore, could I feel it before? Was it ever there? I can’t remember. I’ve lost all sense of feeling, adrift in an infinite sea of darkness, but I won’t lose my mind, I refuse. If nothing else, I still have my thoughts.
But my thoughts don’t make sense anymore, non-sequential, random. I don’t understand, I saw the sky split apart by fire, I remember the light from my hands. They were after me, this is my fault. They’re all dead, Everyone’s dead. I could have stopped this. If only I wasn’t so weak. The flame approaching me, I reach out with my hands to stop them, the flames part around me - for an instant I hold them back, but my hand falters and the flames overcome me. I couldn’t save myself, I’m dead. Everyone’s dead now.”