What I experienced was nothing like I speculated death would be like. It was immensely painful, but also weirdly satisfying to be quite literally sucked out of one's body and into oblivion.

I had no sense of sight. Or if I did, there was nothing but thick darkness all around me. I couldn't hear anything besides the sound of rushing wind. My body was naked and I felt my bare skin prickle in the cold bite of the wind.

Worse than these sensations was the undoubtable impression that I was falling. It seemingly lasted for miles and miles, ages upon ages. Was this my entrance to hell? I was convinced the orb had damned me to some despicable eternity. Was obsession a sin?

Thoughts whirring through my head, I almost didn't notice the rate of my fall gradually slowing. It was as if someone was applying the brakes, and suddenly I felt my feet land upon ice cold stone. Like a newborn, my eyes slowly came open and a blurry image came into focus. I stood before an enormous wooden door. I stood there, petrified and unsure of what to do, cradling myself protectively. After what felt like an eternity, I stepped forward and knocked on the door. Almost immediately it swung open, and I felt myself coaxed inside.

I looked at my surroundings and tried to think of what religion this could possibly be. I seemed to be in an enormous hall, lined with tables and benches where strange beings sat. If they had been conversing they went silent and stared at me. I looked back at them, not seeing anything but bright shimmers of them.

"Is this Valhalla?" I whispered. They laughed. I didn't hear them but somehow, I felt it. I also felt their confusion when they saw me; a naked, windswept woman walking amongst them. I wished I could've talked to them and find out, not so much for their curiosity as much as mine.

I walked past them towards the end of the hall, eyeing them.. As I passed each one, by some sort of groupthink or universal subconscious, I suddenly found that knew them. I was in a room of warriors and lovers, and I shared bits of myself with them as I picked up the pieces they offered up to me. Knowledge and memories all began swimming before me like a strange kaleidoscope.

Finally, I reached the end of the hall where a large table with a single chair sat. In the chair was a shimmering presence.

"Are you God?" I whispered, yet my voice echoed across the room.

It didn't give me a clear answer. I furrowed my brow and didn't know what to think. It looked at me, and I felt like a child under its stare.

Irons clapped onto my ankles and chains pulled me through the floor. I screamed and began sinking. My feet wouldn't move and I could do nothing but stare in horror at the room as I slowly fell through it. The God-like being hummed, pleased, and the room full of slightly lesser lives clapped for me, as if I had good fortune. I started crying from fear and I found myself wishing death was simpler.

I was tugged through the floor and into the air. I looked down and saw a bright, green earth being drawn closer by my chains. I couldn't scream since I couldn't breathe the fast air and all I could do was look on in horror as I was pulled down into the light, where everything suddenly became black.

Suffocating.

Suddenly there was air. I took a breath and sat up in bed screaming. Chaos ensued as people I didn't know scurried around a room I had never seen. I screamed and cradled myself, wishing it would go away. Finally, a rag that smelled sweet was held in front of my mouth and nose and my body relaxed. I fell back into the bed; to scared and tired to try and fight the sleep that coaxed me into its soft, safe embrace.