The only thing I own is a copy of the game FFVII.

A warm feeling, followed by the incredible sensation of melting away. It seemed his entire form, his being, his mind was dissolving into nothingness. Vaguely, he reached out to his mind, his sub consciousness seeming to flow back together, gathering thoughts, memories of times long gone. And then he was falling, endlessly, and the warm feeling was immediately replaced by a bitter, icy cold.

He was numb all over, only able to detect air whisking off his skin as he descended into the unknown. He wasn't sure how long he had been falling, but when at last his senses were his to control, he remembered twitching uncontrollably.

A moan escaped his lips, and he heard it, but not in his head. It was so distant, as if the person making it were a great distance away, and from a different viewpoint. All at once, everything came back to him...first the basics, the ability to think, speak, act...all his human instincts. Then came the most recent memories, vague as darkness but still undoubtedly there...

White light, forever and ever, maniacal laughter, erupting from his chest? Why had he been laughing? A pain so unbearable it seemed his heart had exploded in his chest...falling, forever and ever...

All this came unto him, shooting implausible pain into his head, in such great extent and amount that he cried out in pain and lost all awareness entirely, melting into the blackness that was already before his eyes, with that same, resounding, distant voice in his ears.