The passage between life and death is a melancholic transit of fading memories. Surreal events, and stoic places surge through the dying consciousness as the human soul begins to separate from the physical body.

The glamorous, sparking lights of magnificent parties once attended with their dazzling spectacles call out to you one last time, before dissipating into the darkness. The park bench with its trademark lantern reminds you of countless hours once spent in contemplation as ghostly vessels vanish one by one as they travel down an ethereal cloud of smoke under the visage of mountains with their spires looming overhead, always unreachable to your gaze.

Slowly but surely, the past is disappearing but this is not the end, instead it is a new beginning.