Written by Jacob Ibrag
Wind blows your hair back as you glide through the sky.
With each passing cloud, you feel moisture collecting
on different parts of your skin and within seconds the cold
air adopts your body as you begin to shiver. Almost
completely naked, you could have sworn you were wearing
a jacket and pants. You stop mid air, realizing that you’re
hovering in the middle of nowhere. The ocean calls your
name, begging for you to give up and drown in it. With
pressure building within your lungs and panic setting in
your mind, you take flight once again. After awhile you lose
all feeling in your legs and hands. And you want to keep
going, but you can’t. Slowly losing altitude, yet refusing
to give in. Your toes graze the water and you begin to fade.
Closing your eyes, descending into the ice cold ocean grave.
Then you begin to feel again, accept it isn’t water below
your feet but solid steel. You open your eyes and find
yourself facing an elevator and a poor image of your
reflection. You rub your eyes, thinking you’ve gone crazy
because the walls are missing and the solar system
is in its place. This has to be a dream, you think. Maybe
you died, so you pinch your skin to test the theory.
‘How is this happening?’ The elevator arrives but the
doors stay closed as a voice starts to play, ‘welcome to
the beginning, are you ready to come in?’
Art by WojtekFus