October 19, 2025. 1730~2130
Photo by me.
The following is a recounting of one of my journeys after the experience.
One experience was ending and I began to enter another. I looked at my hands. They were old and wrinkly. I became so tired. I closed my eyes and started to drift. I sank into a deep, black slumber.
After a few moments, I could see some sort of bright hospital light penetrating my eyelids. I didn't open my eyes because I was so tired and I didn't have any motivation to move. I then heard muffled voices. I heard nurses and my parents. I couldn't make out anything they were saying. I didn't care to pay attention anyway.
I kept trying to sink back into that state of deep, dreamless slumber but couldn't. The light and noises kept me at the edge of consciousness. I heard the sound of people sobbing, then people trying to call out my name.
I was touched by this but not enough to come back. I wanted to rest. I was old and tired. I was tired of life, tired of living. I wanted to disperse into simple molecules once more and be free from the burden of existence. I continued to lay still, to float at the surface of consciousness. Slowly but surely, I began to sink.
I felt a wave of peace wash over me. I stopped caring and let go and sank into blackness. I ceased to exist.