There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. This is where you are now – except you aren't anywhere, and there is no 'now'. You don't have to struggle anymore.

That's right. No love nor loss in this abyss, only the siren song of oblivion.

Forever.

Forever and ever.

Forever must not be as long as it used to be, because there is something infiltrating the nothing. The lighthouse fires of qualia burn through the fog, guiding the ship of existence to harbor. You are one of those animals called human, endowed with the gift of life and the freedom to live it as you see fit. There is an entire world outside your tiny skull, and you're about to be trapped there.