DISCLAIMER: this chapter is from the perspective of a new character.

One morning I woke up, and I suddenly realized that I had completely lost all touch with the meaning and constructs of the world around me, that my mind had somehow disassociated with reality. What may have once been a bed, a blanket, a doorknob, a hallway, anything else, were now to me but abstract and unfamiliar shapes without names or terms. My physical form failed to conform to any idea of up or down, but simply swam in midair suspension among all of the shapes, colors, feelings and textures of dizzying complexity that hurt my mind to even attempt to comprehend. It is as if I am now some alien on a distant planet, in a new realm with a set of rules utterly unfamiliar and full of so much detail that I feel if I were to attempt so soak it all in my mind would further deteriorate into something so wholly stupid that it is unaware of its own existence.

The sensation of a million needles dig into my body, and I don't know or understand why or how. Some part of my mind understands that in the reality outside of this storm of confusion and insanity, my physical body must be stumbling down the hall outside of my bedroom, and towards a long spiraling set of rickety old wooden stairs.

Thrashes of pain dig into me as I tumble down them, the agony ending when a last scream comes from between my lips and my neck breaks upon impact with the concrete floor of the cellar.

The delusions of what I once called my home and my reality dissolved into the cold, black reaches of outer space, and I felt my mind reaching out into the darkness, and somehow it slowly pulled out bits and pieces of new intelligence; things I had never known before now. But this knowledge was nothing like any other kind I had ever felt in my fading memories; instead of solid words, facts, or numbers, I felt waves of strange emotions go through my body; emotions and feelings of a level of complexity which I have never before felt, and which to those of the earth were yet unnamed.

As in my mind's eye I envisioned millions of clusters of planets, cultures, and galaxies, each one brought to me a new sensation.

Until my mind reached the planet of Warmonger, a place where those inhabiting their home worlds were still primitive enough to identify people and places by names instead of sensations. Looking closer upon Warmonger, I felt a sensation which had even been familiar to me in my time on Earth; rage.

I observed from where I was as a huge beam of blinding light reached out of a device on the surface and outward, making contact with one of its neighboring planets and blasting it to bits.

My physical form dissipated and rearranged on its surface, where I saw the apprehensive thing behind the operation of the massive weapon.