I had a dream last night.
It wasn’t like my usual dreams where I’m doing god knows what.
This one was different.
In my dream, I was standing on the surface of a black lake.
When I looked around, all I could see was the void. Darkness.
But where I stood was lit. I could clearly see my reflection in the lake.
The water where I stood didn’t ripple. It was wet against my feet but wasn’t cold or hot - just there.
I stood there for a while wondering why I didn’t feel afraid. This scenario should scare me, right?
But it didn’t. Why didn’t it scare me?
It was then, as the waters began to rise and claim me, that I understood.
The void was time.
The water was life.
And I was its traveler.