An Untitled Peace
Within my peripheral vision glowed a light so incandescent, so warm and so pure that initially, it almost distracted me from my duties. Like a dream with no obvious plot, yet the director's instructions are present in your mind via telepathic means. The shell of my being worked mechanically and methodically. The consciousness of my spirit remained confused and awestruck. I innately understood what it was I had to do.
It was no ordinary view.
Celestial bodies floated by with the grandeur of an operatic masterpiece. Vast expanses of time, space and matter gently glided past like elegant white swans against a black, thunderous sky. The fingers of my being were long, wise and hauntingly beautiful. There seemed to be a tone that accompanied the scene but recalling it would be far too ambitious for my humble, mortal, human self.
Will I ever know Why? Who? Where? When? What?:
Parallel self? Previous incarnation? Future incarnation? Linked alien soul? Dream? Reality? Dimension slip? Simultaneous alternate universe?
The mystery of the aforementioned lies not where my consciousness is now and where I was, but rather, whether this is the lesser reality where I now am...?