It's dark, and only an eerie beam from a flashlight shows the world around you. The hand holding the light is strange, oddly fritzing out, like static. The bare light shows stone walls, drips of something falling down. It's deadly silent except for the static person's breathing.
"Almost, almost..." their voice says, equally indistinct.
Up ahead, down the tunnel, something shimmers. The air vibrates, and the person gasps and starts to move quickly, running along the stone, breaking out into a giant cavern, huge and imposing, filled with... something. If this person is indistinct in a mundane way, whatever this is is indistinct in a huge, overwhelming, incredible way.
It pulses and flares, light and sound and vibration moving too quickly for your eye or your mind to comprehend it. It's awe-inspiring. It's incredible. You feel overwhelmed, like everything you've been seeking is suddenly in front of you: every goal you've ever had, every wish is fulfilled. The person steps toward the pulsating mass and drops the flashlight. They don't need it anymore. They don't need anything else anymore.
Memory 2
"Almost, almost..." their voice says, equally indistinct.
Up ahead, down the tunnel, something shimmers. The air vibrates, and the person gasps and starts to move quickly, running along the stone, breaking out into a giant cavern, huge and imposing, filled with... something. If this person is indistinct in a mundane way, whatever this is is indistinct in a huge, overwhelming, incredible way.
It pulses and flares, light and sound and vibration moving too quickly for your eye or your mind to comprehend it. It's awe-inspiring. It's incredible. You feel overwhelmed, like everything you've been seeking is suddenly in front of you: every goal you've ever had, every wish is fulfilled. The person steps toward the pulsating mass and drops the flashlight. They don't need it anymore. They don't need anything else anymore.