I was thrust into a black void, floating aimlessly. Some days, I could not tell if there was any movement at all. Was I standing still or riding an unforeseen current? Off in the distance, I might see a flash of light. Here, or there, no rhyme, no reason. Gradually, the luminescence came closer and lasted longer. I was able to piece together this new landscape and I began to explore. After all, this was transcendence. Not the blissful state I always envisioned, but instead, the deep darkness that forces you to face yourself. I know my sister is on her own journey after death. Our realities parallel, our journeys mirroring each other. One in life, one in death. This body of work is the photographic manifestations of our journey together, connecting memories, desires, and our collective conscious.