What is it like to die?

What is it like to have your atoms, your protons, your neutrons, your soul torn into trillions of pieces?

To be reassembled into a fickle facade of the person you were, all before the neutrons alert the synapses of your brain to the deafening silence of the universe?

The very core of your being dances a deathly duet with the void, your atoms mingling, attracting and repelling.

The void takes a little bit of you every time you bend it’s rules, a little bit of your being, a little bit of your mind, your soul.

What if it’s your mission to bend it’s rules? To travel faster than light? To explore the unknown.

How much of Me is left?

Am I Me anymore?

Or am I the Universe?