In the midst of a psychedelic trip, observing yourself from outside your body feels like slipping through the seams of reality—an awakening wrapped in dissolution.
Your physical form becomes a shimmering outline, pulsing with light, breathing in rhythm with the universe itself. The boundaries that once defined you blur into cosmic fluidity, and for a fleeting eternity, you see the self as both infinitesimal and infinite—an observer of consciousness itself, dissolving gently into the endless tapestry of being.