The weight of my limbs gradually fades away. A strange warmth rises to my eyes. The ticking of the clock becomes a heavy drum. I feel the call of the void, the end of the countdown. My breath is now nothing but a foreign sigh. The room sways, everything seems to change. A buzzing vibrates in the depths of my mind. The wall cracks between day and night. I no longer feel the sheet, I no longer feel the floor. I unfurl a wing for a strange flight. I emerge from my skin, I leave the envelope. My double of light finally unfolds. Tethered by this thread, this thin silver cord, I soar above my life, I travel back in time. I am the shadow of the sky, the watcher of the ether, freed for one night from the laws of the earth. Below, my body rests, a statue of flesh. I see my own features in the clear twilight. I pass through walls, I glide between waves. I rejoin the silence of the world's archives. Here, colors sing and sounds have a taste. I travel everywhere without moving a muscle. Speed of thought, instantaneous travel. To cities of glass, to forgotten worlds. No up, no down, just infinite blue. There, my mind reminds me to return to this body, the journey is over, yes, finished.
