[ POV Change ]
I was a man in the astral realm, a place of strange and wondrous creatures. For what seemed like an eternity, I sat in contemplation, seeking to awaken the eyes of my soul.
Meditation was my tool, as I sought to empty myself of all that was not essential. Yet my concentration would falter, and I would find myself slipping back into wakefulness.
I watched as the brushsquirrel scurried to and fro, planting seeds in the earth around me. I would return to my meditations, determined to break through the veil that separated me from my soul.
Gradually, I succeeded. I felt everything that was happening around me, the sands of time taking away my clothes, my body hair growing long as I aged. Time was flowing so fast that I could barely keep pace with it.
