What if the final minutes before death are not silence… but a storm?
As the heartbeat fades, time begins to fracture. The body slows, but the brain may ignite — firing memory, emotion, and meaning all at once.
A child’s laugh. A first fear. A room from decades ago. A face you never stopped missing.
Clocks float. Walls bend. The world becomes unfamiliar, yet strangely intimate.
Science calls it a surge of neural activity. Mystery calls it the soul letting go.
Then comes the tunnel — not proof, not fantasy, but a question made of light.
Maybe death is the end.
Or maybe, in the final seconds, reality shows us it was never what we thought.
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