Everywhere at the End of Time (Stage 6)

Like when a fire guts a house, leaving only scorched walls. Like when the autopsy doctor scoops out your brain, leaving an empty skull. What are we without our memories? Empty caverns so barren even the noise of confusion has disappeared, like the rushing of the waters that once formed the subterranean tunnels. All that's left is dry bones. This stage requires the closest listening, for the subtleties are entrenched so deep that they are almost subconscious. What with the massive DMT release that comes at the moment of death, I wonder if the memories briefly return. Like your life flashing before your eyes? I wonder if the music does, indeed, return.