He was dead. He was absolutely sure he was dead. The world had turned black, ‘abyssal’ being the closest adjective to describe it. He didn’t feel like he had a body, but he felt like he had a form; some sort of mass.
The endless waves of anguish and despair, crest and crash, soft and violent. A disgusting mental scene that crosses the screen from nightmare to glaring reality.
Trillions of interactions, billions of experiences, millions of scripts, all left wanting.