Dream of Conclusion
Traversing into my consciousness inside my mind.
A man standing in the plain white field gradually descending, as the floor devours its body, and that man was none other than—Me. This body of mine gradually becoming part of the white floor. I can't do anything about it. Looking at the transparent liquid ripple it makes as it devours my body, it looks pleasing into my eyes.
I fixated the two lifeless eyes of mine on it; I'm helpless. There's nothing around me, only whiteness. No one. Even the voices that keep haunting me, they're gone. Like, it seems, god abandoned this world and left me to rot into nothingness, as my existence is only a pebble of sand from millions or billions of sands.
Why...
As I slowly descend, my right hand touched my chest. Upon touching it, a gaping hole was in my chest. I felt nothing while touching it. No blood. There's nothing inside me. Do I feel bad about it? None. I'm about to be gone, anyway. Why would I care anyway?