The spirit lingers between two sheets of reality. Lucid dreaming in envy for continuity. Curling and toiling above the heads of those who stick within that realm. All that happens within reason. Everlasting legacies built upon the paradox. Immortality terrifies even the stoutest of souls. Distant waves crumble into hushing particles on the shores of limbo. Futile attempts to synthesize a distraction before up washes the skin you once wore. Sizzling your mind in invisible agony as you begin to melt once more back into a inescapable void. Each huff your spirit takes settles another brick upon your chest. Excruciating discomfort as your physicality shivers and convulses. The prey inside whimpers with fear. Ascension predestined before your conception.
Die awake. Become light-filled darkness.