Golden stars form on the interiors of my eyelids as I press the heels of my hands deeply into my eye sockets, hoping that by forcing my eyes to touch the grey matter of my brain I will gain the knowledge of the inner workings of my mind. The scattering of stars, like sparklers from some childhood independence holiday, congeal into one burning sun more brilliant than any seen with eyes opened. Glittering gold and consuming the entirety of this strange field of inside vision, the corona extending far beyond my perceived periphery. Plunging my bruising eyes deeper into the wells of my skull, falling through the illumined orb, I reach the solitude of the void. The vast desert space between the particles. Without the constraints of light I can finally see the darkness which stretches out infinitely around me, and in this cold vacuum even I cease to exist, and I dissolve into the dark.