What if reality was a dream you can't wake up from?
Under the depths of dark crystal waters, a boy floated in a perpetual, falling motion.
He felt the glacial cold, the deep uncertainty. Proprioceptive, he could sense himself spiraling down, slowly descending to some abyss. Light flashed somewhere. He squinted. Beyond the eddying blobs of aquatic foam, he could see something.
Beyond the surface, was light.
From underneath, the glow was diffused, scattered, and weak. The boy watched the muffled light rays dance across the water. With an aquatic, sluggish movement, he reached out.
It seemed so far away...Yet why was it just resting on his fingertips?
As if by a passing cloud, or a snuffed candlelight, the light hid away.
Shadows took over.
The boy closed his eyes, and then opened it once more. He couldn't tell the difference between the pitch darkness of the sea and the blackout of the mind.