The darkness creeps into the recesses of your existence, a suffocating plague. Tendrils, like feelers, reach into your mind and take hold of thoughts and memory. A gasping cacophony spreads outwards, branching into separate pathways like nerves. All becomes lost in the dread void of unconsciousness, replaced only with the all consuming noise of the dead quiet. Spaces between synapses begin to fray like crackles of lightning fading from the sky as mini singularities open ever wider. A fog like a cloudy day overtakes all senses. Reality fades as a glorious union is formed. Something greater than its whole has accepted you. Something greater has embraced you. Something greater. Rejoice you one. Rejoice you all. For it is truly; glorious.