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||I thought that my entire body was on fire, though the knife that had entered my chest felt as cold as ice. Blood had covered my hands and was flowing everywhere. The life was draining out of me onto a stone marked with strange symbols. Slowly, I eased the blade out of my body. I turned away from the altar and looked to a well. My vision began to fade into red as I stumbled toward it and put my lips into the cool liquid and forced myself to drink. As I lifted my head up, it was pressed back down. I tried to struggle, but my body was lifeless. I felt a blow to the back of my neck and I knew that I was dead.
As I closed my eyes on this world and entered another, I finally saw the Truth. And as I had known and feared since I was a child I finally knew that there was no God. What I thought I knew was so far from the majesty I witnessed as I opened my mind to the glory that is the universe.
At that moment, my tortured brain sent a last, dying signal to a part of myself I did not know existed. Instantly, my consciousness was aware of the infinite and discarded the dead vessel that was my body. I opened my eyes as if I had never been born, not even able to process my simple surroundings.
I felt a pull on my soul, guiding me somewhere. My mind, still intact, can merely wait until it is able to absorb what is going on. As of yet, there seems to be no other choice.
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