Trillions of interactions, billions of experiences, millions of scripts, all left wanting.
Nightmares, nightmares, nights terrors, scream;Dreams, fantasies, thought bubbles, scene.No epic highs, euphoria or false…
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.
