There comes a moment in your life when you're falling. You're falling down a large, dark hole, and wondering when you will hit the ground. And you cannot help but notice the colors flying by: all shades of beautiful pinks, and pretty blues. Golds and whites all fly by, and your attention is turned elsewhere. Your brain loses focus, for all this happens in a single moment. You begin seeing memories of loved ones and good times. And then, as quick as it came, the memories fade. All that is left is a blinding light, one that has the presence of a king. But that too fades, and you return to reality to gaze at the sky one last time. Whether it be sunny and blue or darkened clouds, mourning the events of the day, you gaze up at the sky.

And then His voice says, "Well done, good and faithful servant."