One grows tired from the unending turmoil from the world. Who would not give away something to escape from it, just for a time?
Luckily for you, vessel, I can grant you what you wish:
Emotions nulled. Detached from you, no – in fact attached to something else. They pass by, silent in the inky black moonscape.
Instead of the flush color of the world, you see merely darkness.
How freeing. For this beautiful and brief moment, you no longer exist in the world. Something else pilots in your place.
You, however, drift along through the deep. It is an endless and variable expanse. Many little specks float and zip by. Stars? Thoughts? Neurons? Perhaps beings like you.
Just like that, the thought passes, onward to a potential end. And all grows quiet.
You sleep, with eyes open. Not through fear or necessity, simply because there's no reason to.
Drift, drift away little vessel. Soon you will be fit to return, as all things do.
Return.