After some time Nevon asked himself:
»It is said that the brain remains alive for a few minutes after death, and the time passes as if in slow motion. Am I still lying on the street? I can't feel my body anymore. It doesn't feel like general anesthesia when thinking really stops. I am definitely not dead; I see, hear and feel nothing and the accident was too violent to survive, but why don't I stop existing or see the light at the end of the tunnel or something like that. Why don't my thoughts stop? Wait, I only remember what I just did today. But before that? Are my memories only what was in the RAM? Now I also tell jokes, obviously I still remember what a joke is.«
It took some time while nothing happened. This deep silence, this deep darkness, and Nevon thought further:
»This is perhaps the reason why the injured people are urged not to fall asleep. There is no feeling or reason telling me to think or do something. At some point you would just stop making yourself noticeable even if you were not dead. Am I in a coma? Without contact with the outside world or any sensations it wouldn't be necessary any more to do something, you will practically cease to exist. As if the time would stand still. How long have I been lying here? Were those only minutes?«
»Life is a journey and not a goal, if the goal is reached, you feel emotionally like here? Why do I remember it now? I didn't hear that today, maybe there are still some memories, I just have to need or search for them …«
»Still this silence, I must try to stay awake or to be more precise, not to fall silent, it may be that I never start to think anything again. Without new external incentives, I have no choice but to repeat what I still remember. Am I dead? Is that actually my subconscious that speaks here? I don't feel like I'm still breathing.«
»Something is different, I can hardly perceive it but this dead silence is not like it was before. Something seems to vibrate slightly.«
The vibrations have now become stronger and clearly perceptible, then Nevon heard something like an electrostatic noise to the vibrations and at the same time points of light slowly appear around him. They looked like a clear starry sky, but the light points were not so far away, they were also in close proximity and Nevon was in the middle. The points of light were small, chaotic as arranged in the sky, but they were far enough apart so that you could look past them and see that the points of light floated like colored clouds on the horizon. The colors were pale and emitted hardly any light. They looked somehow dull, but because they were so many, the darkness brightened as far as the eye could see.