The memories ceased to be coherent moments. They transformed into a terrifying, light-speed blur, a crushing, suffocating deluge of human existence forced through the narrow needle of Morgan's mind.
"Aargh..."
It was too fast.
It was painful, blindingly so, and yet the pain served as a tether, anchoring him to himself, ensuring that he did not drown in the hellish deluge of millennia of past lives.
The scope of it all was too vast.
Morgan felt as though his head was going to split open under the sheer weight of centuries collapsing into seconds.
He saw civilizations rise like tides and recede into forgotten dust.
He saw the shift of continents, mountains flattening into broad plains, seas swallowing coastal cities, forests burning away to give birth to barren deserts, and those deserts eventually stone-carved into sprawling empires.
He saw the languages change.
