No pain. No sound. No explosion in my ears. Just silence. But not the kind that suffocates. This silence was vast—living. It was then I realized: I wasn’t unconscious. I wasn’t dreaming. I was dead.
"The Reassignment of Jackson Cole" NDE
No pain. No sound. No explosion in my ears. Just silence. But not the kind that suffocates. This silence was vast—living. It was then I realized: I wasn’t unconscious. I wasn’t dreaming. I was dead.