there is a lake. It stretches
from infinity to infinity. I cannot see its edges but I know
they are there. Beyond them,
there is another infinity.
This lake exists in a state impossible on Earth,
impossible in any place where
reality is governed by rules.
There is no breeze, there is no air
to disturb its perfect stillness.
But I am still breathing.
The sky shatters. Through it, falls a planet.
A whole world of rock and life and death and everything that ever was or will be
plummets towards the lake.
In the seconds before impact
the noise starts. It’s like no noise I have ever heard or will hear again.
It’s like the fire of a thousand suns being extinguished in an instant,
a thousand souls drawing their first breath and their last
The rock crashes into the lake, and-
The world shakes, the crystal water boils and whistles and screams
until there is nothing left.
A pebble drops into a pond.
the ripples surge outward,
surge to discover new ground along the
corners of my mind until they finally relent, exhausted,
and sink back into the pond.
I am one with the lake.
I am one with infinity.
That’s when I wake up.