By staring into the wormhole, I have changed. No longer am I beset by doubt or fear, but filled with purpose. The pulsating sounds of the wormhole eventually became as a cool wind through the foetid heat of my mind, like rushing water it washed me clean and removed me from the suffering of being human.
I felt as if I stood in the forest listening to the wind rushing between the mighty boughs of pine trees. It was whispering to me. I was drawn closer and closer, and when I finally touched the wormhole the whispering became a scream:
"LIVE LIKE A PIG, DIE LIKE A DOG!".
And after that, I do not remember anything of that night."