I close my eyes. I see the mountains, and I am on top of one. The sky seems to blend with the mountains, even though the sky is grey and the mountains are white. My eyes search the end of the world but still can’t see a soul. The mountain feels higher than before. The wind grows stronger and the darkness grows. The darkness is mysterious, hiding everything, which is why it seems infinite.
Music plays in the background. Is it just in my mind? I hear strings. When I imagine each string moving, I feel it on me. A vibration moves through me, the music is part of me. It is coming from inside me. How do I describe the sounds? They are sweet, but not exactly so. The best way to describe them is by condensing them into a harmonic force. A scraping feeling. They make you breathe faster, but in the best way possible.
I think I am hugging the sky. I think I am visualising infinity in an infinitely less amount of time. The closeness of the hug expands my mind. I look at the mountains again. I was looking at them the whole time. The euphoric feeling enveloping me makes me think I am looking at everything all at once. It makes me one with infinity.
The mountains are covered with snow, with brown and black rock peeking through. The dark patches pinch my mind, somehow make me feel like I am even further high up. I open my eyes.
Or do I? I think they were open this whole time.
