Opposite Universe

Bombardment of vibrating colors like hornet nests into his eyes, a universe descending on his prostrate body, compressing him like at the bottom of all oceans, time itself condensing on Wes's focal point- wiping his past, warped out of old conditions. A force rises from his belly, a scream too big to let through. He can hear it, its ringing obliteration.

All he has are his eyes. Prone on a field, he stares up at the new sky of the new world, in his new body and in his new soul. He doesn't know how long he has been there. He observes unfathomable loneliness. He's destitute to his own self, not even in his own self can he confide. He is the most empty thing of the universe on the opposite side.

The strange field that he lays in is no comfort, the new sensations of the foreign world are fleeting and worthless. Not even God is here. All I have are my eyes, and I see void ascending.