Breaking reality and it's fabric at the very seams of thought and the complex of the mind. This is the decay of the mind, as fantasy sets in and all begins to become clear. The rush is a thousand times stronger than any sexual release ever could possibly be:
The realisation that the creation of the mind has mass. Focus has consequence. And reality means absolutely nothing in the thick of things.

In this realm where all that is, is nothing, Akernic Law is all that remains. In a redborne realm, the decay of the mind, we wait. This is where the gate to oblivion stands affixed as little more than a casual memento of the age long past when all was birthed of the core of remikia.

Memento Mori, as all of us.
Thus passes the glory of the world.
She rises on the crux of change.
To slumber anew with all in ruins.