You felt tired, so you went to bed. It is past midnight. You enter a deep sleep.

You find yourself on a sandy beach. Cool breezes and warm sunlight. A fine day.

You explore strange rocks reaching over the sands. You come across a hole in one of them that you can fit through just barely. Something compels you to descend.

You shimmy your way down into the caverns. A long way down. It is very dark and wet. You begin to come across small openings with crystal growths giving light and discover alternative passageways. You continue down the path into the unknown.

You don't know how long you've been exploring, but it's pitch black now. Your vision and your breath has been taken from your body as you have descended into heavy water. You continue your way down into the cavernous abyss, feeling your way through the rock walls.

Suddenly, you find yourself free-floating as you discover a very large opening. You can see faint blue-green light below. Small creatures dot the scene and scurry away into the darkness.

As you float to the the bottom of the clearing you find a musky old boathouse. You decide to peer inside. The water is easier to see in due to microscopic bioluminescent organisms floating about generating the blue-green light. Everything feels cold.

Within the boathouse you find old paintings of people you've never met and a cellar in the floor under some unstable old planks. You delve further into the darkness once more.

You begin to feel a sense of lucidity. Everything around you feels strange and fuzzy. You find yourself setting foot on ground. There is no sense of water. But the deep pressure remains. You don't know how far down you are.

A distant light. You follow it to the edge of the cellar, finding yourself in a well-lit rustic hall that looks as if it belongs to a Victorian mansion.

You find yourself mindlessly getting lost in a maze of green, brown and red halls. You come across a large, open room with a glass dome roof and a control panel bolted into the floor. There is a large vehicle in the center of the room.

There is no sky above the dome. There is only blackness.

You are not under the sea. You have gone too deep. You've made it beyond your own memory.

You flip a switch on the panel...

Sounds rumble, and a fuzz consumes your mind. You look up. All you can comprehend is infinity itself, condensed into one point.

The compel is stronger than ever. You know what you must do. It's time to go home.

You get into the vehicle and fly into the infinity point, breaking the glass dome as it launches upwards. You experience every point in time to have ever existed at once. You are the universe. You are the end.

You cease to have ever existed.

You wake up, forgetting who you are.