Chapter 1ish

The sound, it came first. All of my other senses were numb except my hearing, and what I heard… I don't know… By comparison, all other sounds I had heard before could have been white noise. This… sound wasn't really just a sound, even though I heard it first. I began to feel it.
The feeling was hard to describe. It was like if you had sunshine trailing throughout your veins, warming your heart, your muscles, and your skin, until you can't tell the difference between you and the space around, as if the sun became you.
I could feel my chest fill with sunshine as I breathed in. With every beat of my heart, the warmth spread and spread until my cheeks felt like a cozy Christmas fire, and finally the sun snaked its wayward up into those desperately devoid thoughts of mine.
My thoughts… were no longer my thoughts. There was no 'me', because it was just a unbridled gushing river of consciousness focused on simply being. There was no master conception of thought or no singular entity controlling the mass synapsis. It was perfect. It was chaotic. It was beautiful. It was.
I wish I could truly describe it with words, and I wish that would never have stopped, but it did. What replaced it was as equally indescribable, but I wished for more than anything that it would stop. That pure sound and feeling faded, but another hum was barely audible, though it sounded nearby. I tried to ignore it, and bring back the sunshine, but the more I tried, the hotter it grew. My veins were ice, but my skin was fire. Every beat of my heart pumped unrivalled, agonizing pain, through my body.
The sound was unbearable. As it got louder and sharper, my body jerked and twisted, my ears were wet with blood. The banshee sreamed its metal voice in my head, but miles away. Pain. It wasn't my thought, it was the thought of thousands of millions, of infinity gushing like blood through my brain.
...Death...