I am currently in a boat, in the middle of the sea of black nothingness. The only stimulus I recive are horrible screams and loud noises that echo in my head. I can clearly hear how a skull are being dragged across wet asphalt. The teeth clatter against the hard surface and sends chills down my spine.

The water suddnly starts to awake, waves slowly forming across the endless vast deep. Hatered stirrs the abyssal waters, heating them. This sudden phenomenon is not alien to me at all. I have been trough this phase too many times to even be the slightest of petrified.
A storm now rages across the entire ocean, rain slashing at my face and lightningbolts striking down at my small raft.

A few minutes goes by, I am still stationary. Trapped in a boiling sea under a raging storm I sit, motionless. It is not until the first signs of a maelstrom starts to appear I start to shiver. As the vortex grows larger and larger, so does this anguish of the soul. Thousands of searing daggers pierce my chest. I instinctively try to protect myself, holding across my torso twitching, gasping for air.

My raft advances slowly in the direction of the hellish whirl, increasing in movement the closer it gets. Yet there is nothing I can do, whatever actions I could possibly take, they would all be futile. When my boat reaches the center of the vortex it starts to spin and sink, rapidly. I am underwater, the heat causing my skin to peel off and the crushing waves forcing me to swallow gallons of the boiling liquid.

I am engulfed in total self hatered.