There's always someone worse off than yourself, apparently...

"Seneth begged silently for death. But the torture continued. At times it would ebb back before it surged forth again like a dark, malevolent tidal force. In only a short while his ability to frame any cohesive thoughts was obliterated. Colour and light flooded his mind, accompanied by horrific images that he couldn't hope to describe. They surged through his tattered consciousness in a swarm of chaos- scenes of worlds he had never known and never would, of ages long ago and times yet to come. He witnessed far more than a human brain ought to have the capacity to withstand. On one level he understood none of this horror, and on another he comprehended everything. It made a terrible, logical sense.

Worlds were born and died in the time he saw all of this. Years, centuries and entire ages came and went. People and cultures that had long since passed into oblivion and would never be known again flared up in his mind like transient sparks, miracles that flowered in brief defiance of a universal darkness that existed beyond his reach and yet cloaked him in its eternal shroud."

Rough draft from work in progress - standalone novel - hopefully launched in time for Christmas.