My body shattered like glass. My particles exploded into the atmosphere. My body, a cloud in the air.
I was a puff of smoke. Still contious. Still alive. Parts of my flew away and landed onto flowers, cars, into streams, on people, in their pockets, on their clothes.
I could feel the earth move. I could hear every single persons mind. Their voices, all different languages and images melding into white noise.
But the noise was overwhelming. I drowned into the noise.
I could see everything. Every atom. Every lie. Every secret. Every answer.
And still, my cloud was being ripped apart by the wind. I was being killed.
The rain made me thick, made me goopy.
I slowly dripped to the ground.
My conciousness leaving me.