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und3t3cted t1_jdomxu9 wrote

As the vignette which had long clouded my periphery closed in, I sensed my time was up. I let my eyes drift across the hospital room, determined to choose which image would be my last, and settled on the soft toy my daughter had left yesterday to keep me company. I watched the first beams of dawn dance softly across the lilac fur of the bunny rabbit, and felt a quiet contentment despite the now-steady tone of the heart monitor.

The noise of the hospital faded away, and my vision faded completely - first to black, then to grey, then to the soft shade of purple from the bunny. I wanted to smile at the observation, amazed at what the human brain could conjure in its last moments, but I found I no longer felt a mouth to smile with. Nor did I feel any sense of limbs, or any corporeal form at all. While I should have found that disconcerting, instead it seemed comforting. Why would I have a form to traverse a plain which did not need traversing?

All that existed was the purple, and myself perceiving it. The colour pulsed in a range of tones - soft, lavender swirls churning through the endless purple sky. As the waves of colour pulsed, so too did my perception, my consciousness now seemingly anchored to purple expanse. I could no longer recall why there was purple, and felt a sudden wave of concern. That had been important. The swirls of the colour became angular as I grew concerned, but quickly smoothed out around me.

As the sharp edges disappeared, so did my worry. Nothing existed but the purple, so why would my feeling diverge from the calming flow around me? That thought itself quickly felt irrelevant. If there was nothing but colour, why think at all? My consciousness melded into the cosmic purple field, now one with its mysterious tides as time rolled on.

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Mautos t1_jdpkfz8 wrote

...I don't think that's how atheism works

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dragonadamant t1_jdpexgm wrote

I'm just imagining the atheist finding out there is a god, but all the purple is because it's Slaanesh.

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cigarettesandchoc t1_jdp8nhx wrote

Revised:

External oblivion, a sea of purple, the lilac wine and violet tones all gone.

No mouth to taste or voice to sing, lost in this endless purlple dawn.

Fuchsia clouds in lavender sky whisper a warning I should have known.

But here I am, in this indigo valley, where the grass is soft and the flowers have grown.

The scent of blooming petals lingers heavy in the air, a beauty I cannot fully comprehend.

I am but a ghost, adrift in this purple world, where time is lost, and the end is yet to begin.

The depths of this valley pull me in, deeper into the void, where nothingness reigns supreme.

The sea of purple is all there is, and all that remains of my long forgotten dream.

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