Alex drifted in darkness, the cold emptiness of the void pressing in on him from every direction. It felt as if the endless blackness had consumed him entirely. Time had no meaning here, and his thoughts, fragmented and distant, seemed to float in and out of his awareness like distant echoes. His soul was weary, stretched thin by the overwhelming eternity that had encroached upon him once again.

And then, out of the depths of that overwhelming nothingness, he felt it—warmth.

At first, it was just a flicker, a delicate thread of heat weaving through the cold, so faint that Alex wondered if it was real. But as he focused, the sensation grew stronger, like a small flame kindled in a barren wasteland. The warmth spread slowly, thawing the coldness that had held him captive for what felt like an eternity. He clung to it, desperate for something, anything, that would remind him of life, of hope, of existence.

I can feel warmth.

The realization settled over him, pulling him closer to the surface of awareness. He wasn’t just drifting aimlessly anymore—he could feel again. The warmth grew more intense, expanding into every part of him, igniting a new sense of awareness. His mind, once clouded and lost in the void, sharpened.

And then, he felt it: the golden rainbow.

It was unlike anything Alex had ever experienced. At first, it was just a shimmer in the distance, a soft haze that pulsed with life. But as it drew nearer, the haze became more tangible, more real. It flowed like liquid gold, cascading down from the unseen heights like quicksilver spilling over a mountain’s edge. It shimmered with a thousand colors, each one vibrant and alive, blending together in a surreal dance of light and motion.

I can feel it—the flowing of the golden rainbow.

The golden haze wrapped itself around him, enveloping him in its soft embrace. It wasn’t just warmth that Alex felt now—it was something deeper, more profound. It was as if the golden rainbow carried with it the essence of life itself, the pulse of the universe flowing through him. It moved like a river of molten light, swift and fluid, carrying him with it as it drifted through the void.

He wasn’t falling, nor was he rising—he was simply floating in the embrace of the golden haze, weightless and free. The sensation was intoxicating, like a cloud drifting lazily through a sunlit sky. There was no fear, no pain—only peace. He was a part of the rainbow, carried by its endless flow, lost in its beauty.

It moved through him, around him, like a starburst exploding in the vast reaches of space, its light illuminating every corner of his soul. He felt alive again, more alive than he ever had been in the moments before his death. The golden rainbow shimmered and swirled, its movements fluid and graceful, like the universe itself breathing around him.

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I can feel that I am.

The certainty of his existence washed over him like a tidal wave. For the first time since his fall into the void, he was aware—aware of himself, of his being, of the simple fact that he was. His existence wasn’t defined by pain or coldness or emptiness anymore. It was defined by this warmth, by this golden haze that surrounded him.

And in that moment, he realized something else: he wasn’t alone.

The golden rainbow, so alive and vibrant, seemed to pulse with a rhythm beyond his understanding. He could feel it—not just as warmth and light, but as something more. It was connected to him, intertwined with his essence in a way that felt both familiar and alien. The haze shifted and shimmered around him, like an unseen presence watching over him, guiding him.

I can feel someone—something.

The presence wasn’t oppressive or intimidating; it was gentle, like a loving hand resting on his shoulder, reassuring him that he wasn’t lost in the void any longer. It radiated a sense of belonging, of connection. Alex had felt the isolation of the void for what seemed like forever, but now, in the embrace of the golden haze, that isolation melted away. He wasn’t just floating in the light—he was floating with it, part of something greater.

And then, through the flowing rainbow, through the warmth and the light, he felt the one thing he hadn’t experienced in what felt like eons: love.

I feel love.

It wasn’t the kind of love bound by words or gestures. It was deeper, more primal, a force that surged through him with the same intensity as the golden light that carried him. It was unconditional and infinite, an ever-present current that filled every corner of his being. It was the love of creation itself, the force that bound all things together, connecting him to the light, to the universe, to everything.

The sensation overwhelmed him, not in a painful way, but in a way that left him breathless with awe. The love wrapped around him, as if the golden rainbow itself was sentient, alive, and conscious of him. It cradled him in its warmth, easing the last remnants of fear and doubt from his soul. There was no longer any need to question, no longer any need to fear the void. The golden haze was more than just light—it was a reminder that love transcended even death.

I am floating.

Alex let go of everything—his fear, his longing for answers, his confusion over where he was and what he had become. It no longer mattered. In this place, surrounded by the golden haze and carried by its flowing current, he was whole. He didn’t need to cling to the past or worry about the future. He simply was.

He closed his eyes, allowing the sensation of floating to fully take him. The golden rainbow shimmered around him, like the aurora of the cosmos itself, shifting in colors that were beyond anything he had ever imagined. There was a quiet beauty in its movements, a gentle reassurance that everything was as it should be. He wasn’t lost anymore. He wasn’t trapped in the void. He was part of the flow, part of the golden light, part of the love that bound it all together.

The universe seemed to expand and contract with each pulse of the rainbow’s rhythm, and Alex could feel its breath on his soul. Every beat of the light’s pulse was like the heartbeat of the cosmos, a reminder that he was part of something vast, something infinite.

In the distance, the faintest hint of a voice whispered through the haze, but it wasn’t frightening or harsh—it was soft, loving, and familiar. It was the same presence that had been with him since the beginning, the entity of light and warmth that had first saved him from the void.

“You are never alone, Alex,” the voice seemed to say. “You are part of everything.”

The words weren’t spoken in the traditional sense; they simply were, a knowing that existed deep within him now, undeniable and irrefutable. He didn’t need to see where he was going or understand the full scope of what lay ahead. The golden haze carried him, and the love it radiated was all he needed.

Alex drifted, not with fear, but with peace. Floating, existing, feeling love in a way that transcended everything he had ever known.

And for now, that was enough.