What I witnessed was naught more than the blank canvas of my mind; a frigid, lifeless plane. I met the void for as far as the eye can see. I wandered aimlessly in the emptiness, desperately searching for purpose, or signs of life. I experienced an insatiable desire to reclaim all that I had known in a past life, scrambling about in my perpetual state of despair. I was imprisoned in the void with no means of escape.
I collapsed to my knees as the space beneath me became tangible. I must have found the surface, I thought. As my movements grew silent, I heard the cackling of a voice that echoed in the void. Its tone dark; guttural and filled with malice. It threatened to claim the last fibers of my being. I stood to my feet, clenching my heart knowingly. It was the one last thing the darkness could not claim of mine. It may shatter my physical form, but it would not sever my spirit. I would endure, for my resolve was stronger than my assailant.
Bit by bit, I could feel what little warmth trapped within me being pulled away. My legs grew frail until I could no longer feel them, for they had joined the void. Fear held claim upon me as my torso followed suit; and soon my arms faded from existence. What little I could see in the lonely dark was the last to swallow me. Before I knew it, I was gone.
For an eternity I existed as a wandering spirit. I was lost in the void; caught between tangibility and nothingness. I wandered the void as a twisted reminder of the futility of mortality. We were meant to live and breathe, to experience the joy of life and all its graces. However strong one might be in life, there is but one inevitable truth; we must all greet Death.
It was then that I gave in to despair. My fate was sealed; I had met my end.