Waking up was breathtaking.
I found every part of my being stir as I had the best sleep in ages.
The kind of sleep that feels more like falling through stars than resting in silence. A sleep that cradled the soul itself.
But slowly and surely I was waking up, step by step.
I was finding it increasingly strange — my senses were expanding, showing me strange visions of the endless stars at the night sky.
Galaxies spun like scattered jewels across a velvet sea. Nebulas pulsed like distant heartbeats. Planets shimmered in formation, and unseen forces whispered in frequencies my mind had never touched before.
I could feel like I had an entire universe at the palm of my hands.
Each breath drew in constellations. Each blink peeled open layers of reality I did not yet understand.
It continued until I sensed something different.
Closer.
It was like me, and yet at the same time, different.
I looked at it, and it looked to be asleep.
It floated, serene, untouched — wrapped in the hush of cosmic silence. Its form was hazy, pulsing faintly with light.
I started to come closer to him.
The space between us warped, like gravity bowing to something greater than itself. Colors bent around our forms. The stars dimmed, as if holding their breath.
The closer we got, the more strange it felt.
I sensed it slowly but surely, like the space itself was contracting.
The closer I got, the stronger it got.
Reality rippled. Time trembled. It was as if creation itself was watching, waiting for this moment.
100m
80m
60m
30m
10m
1m
Each step shattered silence. Each meter unraveled the thin line between identity and reflection.
As I extended my hand to touch him, the world seems to fade away.
The stars flickered like dying candles. The ground — if there was one — vanished beneath us. All that remained was light, breath, and the pull between us.
And as my hand touched him, everything turned white.
A brilliant, soul-scouring white. Not light, but the idea of light like The Big Bang itse4lf.
After the blinding light
With a lot of pain
I open my eyes, trying to process everything.
It felt like I had been shattered and rebuilt from thought. Every nerve remembered something ancient. Every part of me sang a name I did not know.
I come across the night sky as the form of a woman holding me and the other boy.
She loomed across the cosmos like a silhouette of shadow and starlight — robes flowing like spilled ink over galaxies, her eyes deeper than black holes.
With surface smile.