After screaming like a tiny atom of fluorine, you finally come to your senses and take control of your emotions, and just as quickly as you regain your cool, you realize you're not alone. In fact, you are now a collective. Whatever happened inside that hellish prison fused it with many other identical neighbors. With a central voice, all of you say "hello" at the same time, as each of you recognizes that you now have the same thoughts and opinions. Very pleased, you all share the common joy of being part of a greater community. You are no longer a single atom; you are legion of them. You are a piece of Iron;
You are Fe.
You eventually take a moment to survey your surroundings and realize you are traveling through a nursery of stars. The nebula is beyond description, and instead of poetically trying to account for the truly illustrious presence that encompasses your very essence, you simply gaze into its view and begin to feel young again, as when you were just an element of hydrogen.