...and through arcane arts hidden from the perceivable, they were able to discern the heartbeat of not just this universe, but in all universes that have or that ever will exist, a great rhythm that pushed them through the doorways of their conscious mind into something more, where the world around them disappeared into black ink interspesed with the pulses of stars dying and giving birth. These strange travellers did not move, but were moved by pure sensation, their mortal shells succumbing to the base and primal desires of the eternal as it surrounded them, making them at one and isolating them from every other soul and emotion in every spectrum...
radiofrank:
Did you write this, MB? I like it.