Like no other person in the universe, you have an intrinsic sense of the passage of time. You're almost attuned to the very essence of time itself. Every millisecond manifests itself before you in it's own way, each different from the last. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of every moment that has passed, and every moment that may come to pass, in all it's configurations. In one blink you see the entire history of man, your vision speeding through time faster than anything has ever traveled. More than any other time in your life you become aware of the blink that is a human life, and the fleeting moment that will encompass the rise and fall of man. Never have you felt more vulnerable, more mortal. You jolt back to the present, your mind racing but everything here now feels like it's moving and reacting in the slowest of slow motion. You're not sure what else to do but to try and make the world and yourself move at normal speed. Untrained, unknowing, you try and make things move a little faster and things pulse forward for one fraction of a second before you can react to stop it, but it's too late. The speed this time was immensely disorientating and neither the place nor day nor time is the same. You feel frail and weak. You look at your hand to see it wrinkled and thin. You try to collect your thoughts, remember what you did, but searching your memory references all of the past and the many possible futures and your own history begins to slip away into the billions of others surrounding it. You reach towards it, to try and grab it, only to fall forwards to the ground. Turning and looking up into what is now a night sky, the stars twinkle and shimmer above before your feeling, then your vision, then your thoughts gently fade. One mistake, leaving only the darkness to remain.
I wish I was better at Rocket League