The Last Twila TLT

Slowly my vision starts to fade away into the unknown abyss, and no matter what I attempt, the grasp of my strained conscience gradually moves out of grasp like a word that is right on the tip of your tongue but no matter what you do you cannot seem to recall it, and the longer you struggle the worse it gets. My body starts to feel colder and colder, my body heat escaping me. And the man removes his blade from my chest, wipes it down with a blood-stained neckerchief, and leaves me to die alone. Within minutes everything is gone, all pain resolved into the peacefulness of the void, the embodiment of nothingness. Suddenly my remaining conscience is seized by an unseen hand, and everything I knew is gone as if it never existed, to begin with.