A sea of sights and sound. Touch, and the feel of the smell of everything around. Your sensory mode of perception opens your mind. . . and you understand that your world as you believe will be devoured, sucked-in, distorted and twisted before you can conceive what has been created. Nerves tingle at the idea of what has creeped into the corners of your awareness, eating your mind then spitting out the rusted remnants of your mother. You awake to find that nothing really matters at all.