Nitt's Death-Experience

As the battle fades away and darkness engulfs your senses, you find yourself standing in an empty void. There is no sound, no sight, only an overwhelming sense of nothingness. Time feels suspended as if the world has paused to await your next move.   Suddenly, a delicate sound breaks the silence—a distant bell chime, resonating softly yet persistently. It echoes through the emptiness, drawing your attention to a figure in the distance. Although far away, the person steadily moves closer, defying the laws of space and time. Every step they take propels them further toward you then it should.   As they approach you strain to capture their features, but they elude your memory. It's as if your mind struggles to grasp the details, slipping away like fragments of a fading dream. Yet, you feel an inexplicable connection, a familiarity that lingers despite the lack of recognition.   In their left hand, the figure holds a lantern emanating a pure, radiant light. Its glow pierces through the darkness, casting gentle beams that offer solace in this vast void. And adorning their countenance is a pale-white silken veil, ethereal and enigmatic, veiling their true identity.   As the figure draws near, their presence envelops you, and you can feel a gentle warmth emanating from their being. The sound of their voice resonates within the void, calm and comforting.   With an outstretched hand, they speak in a soothing tone, "The time has come for thee, my child, to embark on a new journey. A path awaits thee, in another place, in another time. Take my hand and I shall guide thee to the beginning of this journey."   As you grasp their hand, their hand is soft and gentle and their touch feels both familiar and unfamiliar, like a connection from a distant memory.   Hand in hand, you take a step forward, and at that moment, the void around you begins to transform. Tiny pinpricks of light start to shimmer in the darkness, scattered like distant stars. With each step you and the figure take, the lights grow brighter, illuminating the expanse with a breathtaking starscape.   As you continue walking, the once impenetrable darkness gives way to the vastness of an astral realm. Above you, a mesmerizing vortex-like galaxy spins and twirls, its ethereal colors swirling and dancing in an otherworldly display. It beckons you forward, drawing you closer to its enigmatic core.   Within the heart of this cosmic tempest, your eyes catch a glimpse of something extraordinary. A city, with majestic towers that seem to pierce the very fabric of this astral tapestry, emerges before you. Its architecture defies logic and mortal understanding, a testament to the wonders that await within. As you and the figure draw nearer, the whispers of distant voices and the echoes of unknown melodies reach your ears, carried on ethereal currents.   As you and the figure draw nearer to the vortex-like galaxy, a peculiar sensation envelops you. Time seems to warp and distort, slipping through your fingers like sand. Moments blend into one another, merging into a kaleidoscope of fleeting images and sensations. It is as if hours pass in mere seconds, a whirlwind of experiences compressed into a fleeting glimpse.   Your senses become a blur, unable to fully grasp or retain the torrent of sights, sounds, and emotions that flood your being. Like flickering frames of a film, scenes play out before your eyes, each one vanishing before you can fully absorb its details. Faces, landscapes, and fleeting glimpses of extraordinary events slip through the cracks of your perception, leaving only fragmented impressions in their wake.   As you emerge from the transitional state, you find yourself standing within a vast cross-shaped structure, adorned in resplendent gold. The walls, floor, and ceiling are adorned with ornate bookshelves, displaying a collection of tomes spanning countless subjects. The air is filled with a tangible sense of knowledge and wisdom.   At the center of the cross, a towering ziggurat rises, its steps leading up to a majestic figure. Seated cross-legged upon the elevated platform is an immense being, their silhouette bathed in a radiant light emanating from behind them. The figure's sheer size is awe-inspiring, and their visage appears mostly human, albeit of extraordinary proportions. Their skin bears a faded blue hue, hinting at an otherworldly nature.   Clustered around the figure are ethereal beings, formless and iridescent, their opaque-white forms exuding an air of tranquility and reverence. They drift and sway in harmonious patterns as if attuned to a divine rhythm.   The colossal figure's voice resonates through the golden chamber, its casual tone contrasting with its majestic presence. As their words reach your ears, you feel a sense of familiarity and warmth in their words.   "So, someone is calling for your return," they say, their voice carrying a subtle hint of amusement. "I believe it to be one of your friends, a dwarf named Baradin." A smile seems to play upon their lips as they continue, "So, what do you say? Are you ready to reunite with your allies, embark on new adventures and create mischief once more?"   You hear as a massive door adorned with the intricate sigil of a six-sided star begins to swing open behind you, revealing a breathtaking vista beyond. Your eyes widen as you behold a vast expanse of space, speckled with distant stars and celestial wonders. Amidst this cosmic tapestry, a captivating sight captures your gaze—a blue planet swathed in swirling clouds.   With a serene smile, the figure's voice resonates once more. "Then go," they say, their voice filled with gentle authority, "take a leap and find yourself where you believe you should be. But before you go, let me grant you a little something, a gift from an associate of mine." The figure extends a hand toward you. Dark energy surges from their outstretched hand, flowing through the space between you. As the energy envelops you, a tingling sensation courses through your being.     As you step through the threshold of the open door, the cosmic vista before you begins to transform. In the midst of this transformation, you notice a meteor, a flying star with a long, teal tail, stretching across the horizon, and as you blink, the only thing you see is a massive teal eye, with a split pupil staring at you. As you blink once again, the vision is gone and the distant stars and swirling galaxies fade away, giving way to a blinding radiance that engulfs your senses. The brilliance of the light intensifies, filling your vision with a pure, ethereal glow that erases all surroundings.   In the midst of this luminous embrace, a sense of weightlessness washes over you. You feel a gentle, guiding force guiding your descent, as if being carefully lowered back into the realm you once called home. Slowly, the radiant light begins to recede, revealing your familiar form and surroundings.   With a soft thud, your feet touch solid ground once more. You find yourself standing in your original body, back in the world you know. The transition is seamless, as if the cosmic journey was but a fleeting dream, a surreal interlude in the tapestry of your existence.