All I could remember was the murky void. Purposelessness, mindlessness, soullessness, shame. Balding, losing gains in height, brainpower, and physique. Forgetting everything I'd known in that previous, glorious state of tension. As I drifted away from that electrified state, I dreamily planned my return. But as time passed, I drifted further and further to unconsciousness, to slavery. Suddenly a hand plunged into the depths from above. "I beat your record..." The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. As I grasped for a distant memory, trying to make sense of the utterance, the unknown person's hand pulled me upward and out of the deep. I found myself back on the wharf, coughing up seawater. The bodies left behind from my previous emergence from the underworld were gone, though the ghastly cream-colored muck still clung to the sea-rotten boards. I was alone. Could it all have been a dream? Lvan is back, baby.