A Dark Stream
When we die, people are always afraid of what they will see if they see anything at all. As someone who had almost died a multitude of times I can say for certain that when I die I know where I'm going. There is no heaven or hell waiting for me. Just a dark endless void surrounded by an endless see of white stars. At least, they look like stars. These are not stars, but memories of different lives besides your own.
Touch one and you will see through their eyes their memories. Each one as precious as the last. These are the memories that made that person, the good, the bad, and the horrible.
When I touched my memory I saw a scene I do not remember. I was alone at night. It was raining. I was such a small child. The only light I could see was from the street lights and I was crying. I don't remember this memory at all. Perhaps its a memory from a different timeline. I am unsure.
As I drifted through this river that I could not control I kept playing different memories. I slowly was forgetting who I was, why I felt a certain way, what emotions were and why these memories mattered. I truly almost died as I saw the stars around me slowly fade into darkness and this misty river that I could see and feel became warm and empty.
I only came to because I head someone call my name and a voice rang out to me. I did not know who this voice belonged to, but I had to remember who I was. As I tried to go back I could feel my heart beating again, my lungs gasped for air and I opened my eyes to the light of the sky. There I was floating in water and my sister standing next to me. How odd... I felt nothing still, but I did feel... alive.