Echo (slice)

Blackness: An empty void of nothing, a weightless existence on a physical plane. There is no Heaven. There is no Hell. No Christ, nor Angel escort across the threshold. No judgment. Peace: Calm release; a flood of silence is all that’s heard, an ever expanding tranquility adrift upon a sea into the universe. But yet, beyond the deafening nothing, a ping or hum reaches out and a high ring is audible. A bitter sweet sting eats away the numbness like parasitic virus and the nerves fire to life. And there he stands before me, my brother, reaching into the dark… He finds me… AWAKEN…