Tatehan saw his entire life flash before his eyes.
The first steps he took as a child. The time he fell into a gutter and bruised his knee. His first day of school. The first time he smiled. The first time he cried. His first blink. His last blink. His first breath. His last breath.
He saw it all.
The time he tried talking to his girlfriend back on Earth for the first time. Their first kiss. The first time they were intimate. The last time...
Everything flashed before him in rapid succession.
It felt like his mind was balanced on a fence, caught between dying and refusing to die.
He could only see the past. Not the present. Not the future. Just fragments of his life, both good and bad, blinding his vision with their intensity.
He couldn't talk. He Couldn't see. Couldn't even formulate coherent thoughts.
Nothing.
He expected to end up in some higher place (or lower place) where the dead went after dying. But he went nowhere. He remained suspended in a state of pure darkness.
