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The light began to get bigger. No motion was felt but the growing size of the speck of light implied travel. The consciousness had a vague idea that it was moving towards the light, but the majority of it's focus was on trying to understand what it was. All other things were hazy and were lost before they could ever be grasped. The past and the future were concept unattainable. The present moment spread out into infinity like a fan.

But there is motion. Motion implied time, a past and a present and a future destination. The speck of light grew in the vision of the consciousness. As it grew so did the light it emitted. Soon the light from the speck seemed to burn itself into the vision of the consciousness. With no ability to look away, or thought process that would enable such a thing, pain began to bloom.

Then, another speck became visible. Seeming dark now against the powerful light of the first speck. Another source of light appeared off in the distance, growing larger with the other two. Then all there was was the light from the first speck. Where once was black now all was light, blinding light. And then it was gone. Now before the consciousness was a shell of black with tiny pin holes of light poking through. An uncountable amount, stretching off into the distance as far as the consciousness could perceive.

Stars! The consciousness laughed. There was strangeness there. A memory. Like stars. Like what I have seen before. A moment. I have a past. The movement, now obvious with the points of light, increased it's pace. Soon the lights were sailing passed the vision of the consciousness at a speed that seemed to pull and bend and stretch the very light being emitted. Now instead of pin pricks the light looked as though it was coming through slits made by a knife.