There was a place I went to I can't recall.
There was something revealed to me that I cannot remember.
It was yellow, and very bright.
It was at the very top of everything, accelerating outward faster and faster. Like the edge of existence, containing all reality inside of it.
The momentum from the DMT I had smoked propelled me right up to it. As I approached it, time slowed down to nearly eternity. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Then I broke through it, but only just. What I saw was so astonishing, so appalling, that if I could have severed the thread of return, I would have left this world and stayed there forever.
It was not something beautiful, it was beauty itself. It was the purest essence of my aesthetic that I was never supposed to see, for risk of going mad trying to just remember it.
I am no one in particular