Between one breath and another, I was transported to that place again, where nothing lived, died, nor had ever lived. Whilst in this devoid place, a thunderous voice spoke directly into my mind, my own thoughts replaced as another spoke into me, my mind wrenching in agony as it was forced to accept this voice. I had come to call this voice the Guard. Every time I came here I was told by the Guard that it was not my time to be judged, that my time was coming, but it was not now. I have the same nightmare every time I go to sleep, but I know it’s not just a hellish dream, and I know that whilst I’m there, I’m on the wrong side of the Universe.
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