The sky opens and in a flash there’s nothing left but the vague itch of flesh.
You curl in on yourself and all you are, all you’ll ever be, all you’ve ever been is a bright drop of light.
You feel a sense of loss but can’t say what’s missing.
You feel a tug and you’re pulled towards something you can no longer know. Everything is strange yet somehow familiar. You cannot hear, cannot see, but you can feel. Colors have texture, flavor, a presence you can’t articulate.
The ground, the waters, the wind…these concepts seem unforgivably limited.
You move on to the next stage, the final world, the first breath…