It's... warmth, more than warmth truly. It is a feeling of being disconnected from your pain, oh you can still feel the edges of it, but it does not matter. You can look upon it and all your life as though you were a scholar reading over a text. Your senses grow sharp, the flicker of a light in the darkness takes on a countless number of sights you missed before, the smoke gains an elegance and grace that we so often overlook. You can feel the grain of wood and every raised detail and carved dip of what you touch, and the color and sound that goes ignored comes to the front and invites you to see, hear, and touch.

Rest comes easily, even to a troubled mind, and the dreams on the rim of that sleep are so vivid that even on waking you must ask yourself where each could be separated, if only for a moment. Memories rise up, quickly and then run away, but each one is as clear as when they first occurred. Every feeling from joy, to wonder, and even strangely to pain and tears, all of them are there to relive again. It is though all of your life is before you, and you could pluck each sight and travel through the ages, if only for a moment.

Words flow naturally, and the emotions of others become clear, each gesture and tone gaining meaning where there was so much more missed before. Time feels differently, and there is only the feeling of peace and calm, and the sedate wonder at the nature of our world.

Lessening of pain... is a vast understatement.