Dying was a lot like I remembered. Slow, painful, a void of hopelessness that pulled me in deep and swallowed me down into the darkness. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t resist. I simply allowed myself to descend beyond my body and into the jaws of the afterlife. I felt my consciousness slip, slide, and then plummet, sending me soaring through a blinking sputter of sensations that rendered me immobile and isolated. My mind was ripped from my flesh and cast into the abyss.
