"Life truly does pass by in the blink of an eye, for me at least. One second I'm crossing a street followed by a car honking its horn, and the next I'm feeling as if I'm sinking into an ocean of some kind with magic sleeping properties. Now, of course, I'm trying my best to swim back to the surface, but sometimes our efforts aren't enough."

"Wait is this my afterlife—nothing but fucking water. Come on, man. I was hoping for clouds, at least."

I tell myself that to keep my eyelids from closing, I must keep my eyelids open. I'm not sure what will happen when I sleep, but I fear finding out.

"Hmm, I have to keep myself awake. I have to just keep thinking there aren't many alternatives, either stay awake and go crazy or the alternative."

"damn it I fell asleep for a moment. I don't know when, but I can tell I feel like part of me has been changed."

"As I spend more time here, I've noticed some of the properties of this place, the first being that it wants me to sleep. Second, I don't even think I have a body here, so why can I still think, which has given me an idea? Wish me luck."

"It fucking worked. I think I found a way to make this place more bearable before. It felt like I was paralyzed and left to be devoured by something, but after my experiment, I feel like I can at least move around."

"Now you're probably wondering, Mr. Wait a minute; I can't remember my name. I swear I could remember it before I went to sle-. Fuck property number three: if I sleep, I will lose part of my memories."

"It's already lost, so I'll just move on anyway. Back on topic, I've figured out I can meditate, and when I do, I somehow get a better feel for myself. It's like I'm a single-cell organism and the water is somehow pulling me apart, but when I managed to focus on myself, I was able to fight against the effects and also move."

"The next objective is to find a way out of here or someplace safe from the erosion"

"peace out for now"