Through an antechamber experience of blinding bright violet, where the body barely existed but the connection to others remained. A twisting feeling, then each person was carried forward on their own spirited breeze.
The first thing that registered was the naked view of destruction surrounding them. Every scene of fleet attack was visible in all directions, as though they weren’t galaxies apart. From these directions came the hordes of soldiers out of brief violet flashes, each one hanging onto a vivid current that brought them toward a swirling maelstrom of people in the center. The looks on their faces were priceless.