The world slipped away slowly. First the sounds of the night creatures outside his windows faded, echoing down a tunnel of muffled quietness until the auditory stirrings were no more. Then the shadowed images of the darkened room seemed to come alive, writhing to an unheard tune being played by an unseen minstrel.

Solid objects seemed to suddenly have the consistency of liquid as it all melted into giant pools of dark blotched colour that puddled around his relaxing body. The pool of colour encompassed his sweating body. His breathing quickened as the hues started swirling quickly around him. Faster and faster they spun until he felt it's liquid fingers pry into his very being. Tearing apart all that he knew.

He went to scream, but it was too late. The liquid glowed a bright crimson as it was injected through every pour of his gyrating body. Then all was gone. There he was, floating through a great mist of billowing fog.

This was the part he hated. The part the nightmares came from. Holding his breath he got ready for what was to come. His body started making faint noises. It could possibly sound like cracking bones. But he never had enough time to really find out. With an amazing force that burst from every molecule inside of him his body flew apart to become one with the mist.

Yet he was still there. Human no more, yet still alive. A glowing dream figure with his conscious. Was this what death is like? He thought this as he felt his ghostly body being pulled forward through more of the mist. Slowly at first he started his forced pilgrimage. It quickened a bit until he suddenly halted, jarring his new body back. Then it seemed as if gravity finally realized that if had forgotten how to work and quickly made to fix itself.

He plummeted downwards at an alarming rate. He could not see to where he was falling to, for all there was around him still was the damned grayish mist. Faster. He felt as if his alien body would literally implode from such speed. Faster.

Then the mist departed. Leaving only the horrible sight that always drove him to the edge of sanity. He was hurtling straight towards a massive eyeball below him. It was getting larger with every second during his maddeningly eternal free fall.

"Through the mists of Time. Through the great Eye you shall see. All that was before thee."

A hollow voice pierced the silence. It didn't seem to actually come from an outside source. It felt like it just popped into his confused head. It was these words that he had memorized. The words that came from nowhere.

The pupil of the megalithic eye shrunk to almost half the size of what it used to be, then grew to fill most of the space below him. With a disgusting sound he crashed through the thin skin of the eye. It was then that he gratefully lost all consciousness.