From the mortal dust I rose, to the infinitely blinding speck of light beyond any one man's reach; a white, incapacitating void beyond all existence and non-existence. I reach out my hand to grasp this singularity as I start to lose my sense of individuality... I feel my very existence merging with this boundless white void, I felt connected with all there is. This moment lasted perpetually, with no end in sight... then, I find myself waking up in my bed to the sound of  my Italian grandma dreadfully screaming, "The Russian Mafia stole my Germanese herb mix!"


TLDR: Harem is garbage.