It felt like crunching a glowstick and (over time) occurred along the spine, rising until the sensation felt like it was happening inside the brain.

A notorious stimulant combined with DMT travels; one night, the stars must have been lined up because I was granted an audience with others, not unlike the people of this plane.

It was the most memorable moment of my life.
My integrity, strength, and identity, may not have been not pure enough to facilitate the lasting friendship I hope one day might become real.

I had the honor of meeting the most remarkable individuals. However, my moment was fleeting and brief because all I really accomplished was turning myself into a sort of 'one use, disposable cellphone'. [is there salvation for Listless?]