I dreamt of dying

And for a moment I saw it, a glimpse of light in the infinite shadow, the veil of reality tearing just enough for me to catch it. 

A sparkle, a bright light, like watching a dying star implode in a millisecond. I saw everything, life, death, what came after, and before. A laughter, a cry, the voices of everyone who ever lived, who will ever live, generations upon generations of not just humanity but the whole universe. 

It was immense, and bright, and colorful, everything happening all at once. I tasted and felt everything I could, I heard and saw everything I should. Things indescribable, infinity passing through me like a light, as if I was made out of crystal, it reflected through me, I was divided, I was part of it, I was everything. 

And then it stopped. And I became nothing but a speck of dust, floating in the dark, and I felt one last thing: 

Free.