ego death
When I opened my eyes, it was to colors and shapes surrounding me. I would love to give you a concise picture of what I saw, but there truly isn’t a way. Imagine the worst acid trip you’ve ever been on, now multiply that by infinite. I couldn’t tell what was up or down, if I was looking left or right. There was no space where the colors ended, and I began. The shapes of my eyes were the shapes of crabs were the color of storms. I tried to gauge something static, compact, but all I could see was the overwhelming connection.