The sun began to set, leaving a canvas of brilliant colors across the sky. While the glittering glass above me reflected with a rippling effect cause by a soft whisper of the breeze. I lay there sinking slowly, like an autumn leaf drifting to the ground. Except I was not a leaf, neither would I reach the ground. The coldness enveloped me, numbing my limbs. Destroying my will to fight. My eyelids fluttered shut, as memories swept through my brain and untold secrets escaped. I was drifting into the unknown
Apparently imagery is very important in writing. So I'm working on it