No, you beg and scream. No, no, no, no, no. To anyone who will listen. Don't leave me in here. Don't leave me to this fate. Floating in a sea of darkness for days, months, years, aeons, you are lost beyond rescue. Drifting, drifting, in an infinite void of darkness and silence. There is nothing to ground yourself with, nothing to be oriented by, nothing real.

There are sensations. Itchiness in your arms, an ache in your jaw. You are sitting on the floor, and you are standing, you are leaning against the wall and you are laying face-first on the ground. You choke and retch as a thick liquid is pumped through the feeding tube up your nose. Arms are holding you down from all directions. You can feel the sun on your face. You can feel your thighs chafe and a rash beginning to form in between your legs. You are brushing your teeth at home. You can see your lover holding your head in her hands, and you drop to your knees and cry. Your stomach hurts from so much hunger, even though it's full. Some of these sensations are real. No, all of them are real.

You are a helpless passenger on a journey of time and space, experiencing everything there is to experience. In your darkess you are scaling mountains, pursued by beasts of the woods, dancing with beautiful women in far away lands, drifting through outer space and soaring through the clouds. You are drowning in your own blood, gurgling and sobbing as demons hold your head below the surface. Every inch of your body is pierced by needles as you run through the freezing corridor. A hand brushes against your thigh as you stand in a dark room. Every orifice of your body is being penetrated by latex shafts. You descend upon the villiage as an impossibly powerful beast, ripping houses from their foundation with your bare hands. You are sinking in quicksand and you can feel shackles around your ankles, dragging you down. You are singing a beautiful, lonely sonet, and no one but you will ever hear it.

You are laughing. You are screaming. You are crying. You are all of these things, you were all of these things. You have drifted in space for hundreds of millions of years, and in that time you have seen everything, loved everything, feared everything. You are empty. You are free.