How would you recognize the moment of your own death? As that instant where you go numb, your brain blacks out, your senses are muted? Is it when the cold grip of past, present and future seizes you and you feel your inner motion halt? Or could it be you stepping outside of yourself and finding no answer, just a deep, thick darkness taking a hold of your heart. A darkness so profound it consumes self and being, replacing it with complete nothing.