Mmm. You guess you were poisoned after all. Some exquisitely detailed time dilator coupled with what feels like, it's hard to tell, a slow acting paralytic. You stare up at the sewer's ceiling. How long have you been staring up at the ceiling? The sounds of your underground home are stretched in your mind to a subsonic roar as you stare and stare, unable to move your neck. Second by endless second your breathing slows further and further. After what feels like years you think you're beginning to feel the first somatic symptoms of oxygen deprivation. Not that you can do anything about it paralyzed. The moment crystallizes and you feel a wave of perfect, cleanest joy.