Bathed in Forgiveness, Bathed in Glory
As I shot into eternity, "I" died.
I, who is only familiar to me, obliterated and forgotten.
This was it. This... was.
Bright, forgiving light, showered upon my existence.
Bathed in Glory, I was reborn.
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