"BEHOLD IT'S SAWAN... WHEN THE TATTERED TAPESTRY BETWEEN THE WORLDS IS THREADBARE... THE MEMBRANE IS STRETCHED TO A TIGHT, THIN FILM.
YOU HAVE LIVED, WE KNOW, BUT NEVER DIED, SO...
REACH THROUGH AND PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE. I SHALL BE YOUR GUIDE AS WE TAKE A TOUR AND GET A GLIMPSE OF THE OTHER SIDE...
LOOK! THE SAINTS! EACH WAILING IN PAIN... AND THE SINNERS! SINGING THEIR JOY REFRAIN... (hallelujah)
THE LIGHT, THE DARK -- LIKE MEMORY -- UPSIDE DOWN AND INSIDE OUT, CONFUSED, DISTORTED, AND WITH A TERRIBLE BEAUTY INFUSED...
BUT HARK! THE CLOCK MAKES CLEAR AND WAVES ITS SWEEPING HANDS TO BECKON BACK THE ONES WHO'VE VENTURED HERE...
HEAD NOW AT ONCE TOWARD THE PORTAL THROUGH WHICH YOU CAME...
TO TIME RETURN, TO BOX AND BED, TO REST YOUR HEAD. TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM, AND IN THAT DREAMSCAPE SUPPLANT THE FEAR OF DEATH WITH THE LOVE OF LIFE, AND KNOWLEDGE OF THE NEXT BARDO."