Three bank robbers pulled a successful heist worth 90 million dollars and are very delighted with their share of 30 million each. All of a sudden there is a loud bang and you see one of the robbers falling through darkness (much like Alice) and layers come off him like the pieces of armour that come off an ancient warrior when he retires from the battlefield. The first layer that comes off is his wealth and the last layer that comes off is his identity. He finally rises to this state that cannot be described … somewhat claustrophobic. Neither can he be reached nor can he reach out. But his sense of gender persists and a realization of existing.
— the end —
Woke up and it was 5:46 am.