Raze stood still in a trance-like state, uncaring about the notifications in his head or the dead corpse lying metre behind him.
He couldn't see anything, yet at the same time, he could see everything.
Whether it be the chilling winds on his skin.
The bright and luminous moonlight.
The still-solid ground he stood on.
Or the tall white bones that pierced the sky.
Nothing could escape his senses.
He felt one with the whole world, as if he were a part of nature itself.
It was no longer a matter of simply seeing the world.
But rather feeling it and its vastness paired against his own puny and insignificant self.
In this moment, he experienced a kind of bliss he had never even thought possible.
It was almost comparable to how drug addicts felt when they were high, except this was much better and liberating.
Raze felt liberated from all his past life burdens and all his future worries.
