And just to follow up this even has a connection to The Dark Tower/The Mist. Its the todash space between worlds. Going through The Jaunt awake is one of the most terrifying things I've ever read and was the reason all of the monsters came out in The Mist. They tapped into that space and unleashed fukkery on a small town.Man if they ever do a story for The JauntOne of the best short stories I've ever read. Again Stephen King is brilliant and twisted.
It's not just saying that it's a long time. It's longer than you are able to think. It's so long, all you are able to do is think. Think. Think. Time ticks by, each second firing synapses as you try to process the infinite and infinitesimal with that lump of meat that contains all that you are.
Time passes, seemingly without end. A blink of an eye to the outside world. But inside the slip, without the sedative, you run out of thought before you run out of time. You exhaust your memories. Your imagination can only create so many new lives to lead.
That is, until it runs out.
Eventually, your mind cannot coherently create a stable timeline or comprehensive reality. Beyond imagination lies dreams, and within dreams, nightmares dwell.
An increasingly disjointed and strange world of terror and misery, the only things your mind can craft. Forever trapped within a private Hell of your own creation. But even that isn't the end.
Past Hell is Oblivion. Your mind shuts down. You no longer think. All you do is exist, and all you have is awareness of your isolation. For what may be a near eternity, isolation is all you have, all you are.
By the time you're through the slip, your psyche has been irreparably damaged. It's longer than you think.
It's longer than you can THINK.
Its an absolutely delightful horror to think about. Our universe is 13.7 billions old. The amount of time was longer than that. The time it took for our universe to form, for elements to come into existence, for our star to be born, for it to explode and create planets and recede back to a smaller yellow star. Longer than that. Imagine being conscious for that length of time, but being unable to breathe, move, express yourself, see yourself, see anything at all. Unable to sleep. Unable to die. Completely and utterly alone. Probably the scariest thing I can possibly ever think of. Thank you Stephen King. A true nightmare.
Time passes, seemingly without end. A blink of an eye to the outside world. But inside the slip, without the sedative, you run out of thought before you run out of time. You exhaust your memories. Your imagination can only create so many new lives to lead.
That is, until it runs out.
Eventually, your mind cannot coherently create a stable timeline or comprehensive reality. Beyond imagination lies dreams, and within dreams, nightmares dwell.
An increasingly disjointed and strange world of terror and misery, the only things your mind can craft. Forever trapped within a private Hell of your own creation. But even that isn't the end.
Past Hell is Oblivion. Your mind shuts down. You no longer think. All you do is exist, and all you have is awareness of your isolation. For what may be a near eternity, isolation is all you have, all you are.
By the time you're through the slip, your psyche has been irreparably damaged. It's longer than you think.
It's longer than you can THINK.
Its an absolutely delightful horror to think about. Our universe is 13.7 billions old. The amount of time was longer than that. The time it took for our universe to form, for elements to come into existence, for our star to be born, for it to explode and create planets and recede back to a smaller yellow star. Longer than that. Imagine being conscious for that length of time, but being unable to breathe, move, express yourself, see yourself, see anything at all. Unable to sleep. Unable to die. Completely and utterly alone. Probably the scariest thing I can possibly ever think of. Thank you Stephen King. A true nightmare.
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