The stars.

The universe.

A black sky.

They say that when you faint, you can see the end of time.

They say that when you are drugged against your will, you can only remember bits and pieces of your life as it becomes muffled into one point in time.

A bright white light.

A female screaming.

"Get down!" A voice spoke.

And the black sky was back.

Cold surged through.

It was the end.