Golden stars seemed to collapse, bathing his world in the light of their death. His lungs contracted, expanded, contracted again, searching for the life giving oxygen that patiently eluded him. Pupils dilated, the creature thrashed and flailed, his limbs making frantic attempts to escape and reclaim the air he so desired. Beat. The golden tide continued to descend. Beat. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Beat. The world was fast escaping him, blurring into nothingness. Beat. From far away, a scream split through the air. Beat. The gold turned to black, and his world went dark. Beat.