A sensation washed over me, a strange sensation. It was comfortable, powerful, warm, cool, and soft, like being covered in soap bubbles. This sensation was strange, and it was all I felt. There was no sound, smell, or taste of anything.
I was simply existing in that place, these sensations being all I felt. There was nothing else: no thoughts, no emotions, no consciousness, no desires, and only a Will that made this sensation circulate around me, sometimes circulating within me and sometimes circulating around me, a constant flow repeating itself tirelessly.
The sense of time was gone, the ego of the being was gone, and only the unshakable Will commanded events. The sensation constantly clashed against the Will, trying sometimes to impact, sometimes to break, sometimes to corrode, sometimes to submerge, sometimes to freeze, and sometimes to burn the Will at the center of me to free itself, all to no avail.
