I have been here before
Wandering through space and time.
Is it I?
Is it You?
We.
We have been here before, adrift in space, our minds as empty as the void around us. Who are we? What are we?
Nothingness echoes and reverberates back to us, the questioners.
We look inward, to the heart of the galaxy. It is dizzying and beautiful, but ultimately boring. Where is the substance of our center?
What is to be gained by looking back?
We shift our focus, looking forward to where we will go, and our minds tell us to gasp. How can we gasp with no air? No mouth? No lungs?
A bauble nestles far out on the edge of an encircling arm made of star stuff, flung outward from the galaxy's empty, churning center. A blue orb. Home. Terra. Earth.
To see is to draw near.
A dark cloud, coruscating with beautiful energy discharges, moves into our field of vision. It approaches on a tangent, from the dark side of Earth, but even the sun-side grows dim, as though the cloud’s shadow passes right through the planet.
The vision would stop our heart if we had a body.
We are afraid.
What is it?
An illusion?
It’s real
There is no real
Earth is real
Earth is a dream
We are real
We are a dream
We exist
We dream
We wait