You find yourself floating in a place that is neither light nor dark, warm nor cold, here nor there. It just is. Slowly, pieces of memory float before your eyes, as if you were an audience member at a play, but the memories are yours. You remember the act of dying, but not of getting here. Nor what here even is. So you float. Watching pieces of your life as you drift aimless in the beyond.Ways to support the show: Be sure to like, review, or share it where you can to help spread the word about our podcast!Check out our other shows at www.thebardpodcast.comShop our merch at bardpodcast.redbubble.comAs always, happy adventuring friends!#chime #drone #pad #hymn #brownoise Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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