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What Death is??TRANSCRIPT
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It was like waking up from a deep sleep, but shaken into a dream; transitioned from one fantasy
to another. The mind had never been so confused, nor had it ever been at such a synchronized
peace. An eerie light besmeared the vision; the gurgle of the waters served as music. The eyes
could but gaze the vista, mesmerized.
He never knew that death would be so beautiful. The lukewarm stream kept flowing, with him
weightlessly afloat, destined to the unknown. He stared at the translucent brook that cradled him
now. The sparkling elixir hypnotized him to ecstasy. His eyes searched anxiously across the
blurred demarcations.
Drenched in a pool of blood, his body lay in the other world. He stared at the departed center of
his gravity. The vintage smile on his corpse was still intact; for he had never let his agony erode
the curve of his lips. The dagger had jammed his intestines: the final rage of his remorse, the
termination of his expectations, the annihilation of his dreams, his love.
The aged fan squeaked louder than it normally would, perhaps stunned by the thunderous
episode. Death was never a pleasant site to behold. Suicide, he had believed to be an act of
sheer cowardice; but his demise remarked it to be the gutsiest deed in the universe.
The current that bore him kept parting the soul and his past, both wearing uncanny smiles,
though for the same reason, an end and a beginning.