A blinding light flashes in the distance. Several unrecognizable colors swirl into grey streaks before finally drifting away into what seems like nothingness. The boundaries of this world are completely undefined and the horizon melts into an unknown eternity. This is the beginning of life. The concept of time and space is left to be lost within an uncertain reality. A second series of lights stumble in drunken skips toward my direction.
It knows I’m aware of my own existence.
The lights dance randomly until they finally sink into one glimmering beam, splitting in half instantly as it somehow rushes toward me, slowly picking up a dangerous speed in the path of its awaiting target.
It found me.
Nothing but thin air and silence separates me from this. The silence becomes my only hope.
My body locks the moment I’m caught in the tight clench of fear, the light taunting and swerving along my skin, and with a light-headed confusion, I collapse and end up sprawled across an oddly warm floor.
What I think is several hours later, my consciousness returns. Objects melt into defined lines of familiarity, tints and hues blend to form definite colors, and the universe sways and sinks into place. I am brought back to the
world I have always known but will never understand.
I am nothing but a figment of my own reality.