Achilles felt like he was having a really hazy dream.
It was a state he couldn't fully describe. His consciousness was extremely foggy and he could barely see, with his existence feeling so impossibly heavy that he could barely move himself.
Every thought came through layers of resistance, every attempt at awareness meeting walls of interference that made simple cognition feel like wading through solidified tar.
He found himself floating in an endless gray sea that stretched toward infinite horizons without feature or landmark. Countless images and scenes of his life from past to present played out on illusory screens surrounding his drifting form, memories flickering like fragments of dreams that refused to fully coalesce.
He saw himself in that hospital bed in a Colony City where everything had begun, where he was born, when his mother and father held him.
He saw Rose's face when she first looked at him with something beyond simple affection.
