I became aware of a blinding light at the bottom of the lake, and though I struggled, the hands dragged me inexorably onward. The heat was unbearable, but the cold depths the hands were dragging me toward was even worse. “What is happening?”īut I couldn’t sense the Reaper’s presence any longer. “What is here?” I tried to shout against the suffocating liquid. I lurched downward, struggling in vain against their implacable grip. Had the Reaper cut it? Was I safe? I began to explore my new body in the water, but just when I thought I was beginning to gain control the hands clutched me once more. The howling Earth reached its crescendo, and the screams made the water around me convulse and contract like living fluid. The Reaper was fighting something, although I couldn’t make any sense of the battle except for the madness of thrashing water. The hands let go, and the howling rose once more. Light flashed from the scythe – then again. They felt so alien to me that it was almost as though this body was not my own. I was amazed to even discover I had limbs again. Hands grabbed me by the legs and began dragging me downward. If Death is all there is, then what is IT? What was waiting for me? The water pressed in around me and I couldn’t speak, although I could still draw breath somehow. I knew I wouldn’t understand, but that didn’t stop me from feeling frustrated. I still felt tangled up with the figure, but we now existed as a beam of light boiling into the water. It took my scattered mind a long while to realize that I was the energy flowing into the lake. The still surface began to churn with the enigmatic energy. The light was taking a life of its own inside the water. Once inside, the light didn’t reflect or dissipate, but swirled and danced like luminescent oil. Light glinted off the scythe from some unseen source and streamed into the lake like a tributary. “But I thought you said you were all there is.”
The rocks split from a flash of his scythe, and the ground opened further into a sprawling cavern dominated by a subterranean lake. The sound continued to mount as though the world itself was suffering. We still seemed to be descending into the Earth, and the air was growing warmer and denser now. Troubling thought, but made more so by the growing howl which began reverberating the rocks around me. “What else is here besides you?”Īnd that is why questions are pointless. A vague darkness and a heavy damp smell made me guess that we’d gone underground, but I couldn’t say for sure. It was more like the rest of the world was moving around us while we stood still. I wasn’t running, or flying, or anything of that nature. “How can I try to comprehend something so beyond mortal knowledge?” My voice felt flat and dead compared to his overwhelming substance. I had too many questions, all fighting for attention in the forefront of my brain without any making their way out. If you’re lucky, IT will have gotten bored of waiting for you.
Before I knew what was happening, we were outside the hospital, moving at such a frenzied pace that the world around me blurred into a dizzying tunnel of flashing light. I felt myself swept up around him like dirt in a hurricane. I knew in that moment that nothing could hide me from the specter’s grasp, for he was the only real thing in this world. I clutched at my hospital blanket to cower from the intensity of the Reaper’s presence, but the once soft cotton now flowed like translucent mist through my hands. This is why we were taught without words to fear death. Reality flowed around his scythe like a brush through water colors, and I could see each elementary particle and time itself sunder across its blade. It was as though seeing a tiger after a lifetime of looking at a child’s crude drawing and thinking that’s all a tiger was. The less real my room became, the more real the figure was, until presently it existed in such sharp actuality that nothing beside it seemed real at all. It was transforming into a figure beside me. With each passing moment, the world was becoming less real…īut all that sight and sound – all that being – it wasn’t simply disappearing. It seemed as though every sound was an echo of what it once was every sight a reflection. I was still in the hospital room, but the bustle of nurses and the beeping machines lost their opacity as though I was mired in swiftly descending dusk. What if it isn’t death which is to be feared? What if it is what lies beyond?Īnd so troubled did I slip beyond mortal understanding, stepping into a world as far forsaken by reason as I was now from life.
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