Alex was engulfed in a torrent of information, an influx of knowledge bombarding his mind. It felt like his brain was suddenly plugged into a database containing thousands of terabytes of data.
His brain strained under the weight of it all, trying to comprehend the data as it reached the brink of its capacity. He was also undergoing a physical transformation, but Alex's consciousness drifted to an ethereal plane, a realm of pitch darkness, void of any life or light, except for a solitary flame flickering in the distance.
'Is this the dream phase? But it feels very different this time…' Alex thought as he tried to move. He realized that he had no physical form here; he was a mere wisp, a sentient orb of awareness, and realized that his only option was to drift towards the enigmatic flame.
