But suddenly I realize that there is something. It is nearly imperceptible, but there is something there, reaching through this nothingness into my mind. Movement, I finally realize. I am falling down – at least, I think it’s down. But here, I really can’t be sure. Up, down, sideways, I could be going any direction. I’m not even entirely sure how it is that I know I’m moving; I just do. I can’t see, or hear, or feel anything against my skin.. and yet, some part of me knows that I am moving. The destination is as unknown to me as the rest of this place, but I think I’d rather be anywhere than here, in this place that feels like nowhere but can’t be nowhere. Even if it turns out that I really am dead.