In the deepest chambers of the Last Light Coalition's stronghold, where reality grew thin and consciousness bled into the surrounding void, Reed's fragmented existence writhed in torment. His awareness stretched across seventeen different dimensional planes simultaneously, each fragment carrying memories that no longer aligned with the others. The man who had once been singular, who had loved with the focused intensity of a star's core, now existed as a constellation of conflicting selves.
"I remember dying," whispered one fragment, its voice echoing from a pocket dimension where time flowed backward.
"I remember transcending," countered another, this one speaking from within a crystallized moment of pure emotion.
"I remember becoming nothing," sobbed a third, its essence barely held together by the gravitational pull of Reed's core identity.
