Dream Within a Dream

You step through a threshold that was never visible, and the world bends around you before you even notice. Air thickens and hums with a pulse that is not yours, yet it moves through you, vibrating in every bone, every nerve, every hollow of your chest. Light fractures into impossible colours, curling around shadows that twist like liquid thought. Every step pulls you deeper, not forward, not down, but inward—into a space where time does not exist, yet every heartbeat stretches to eternity.

The horizon fractures. Gravity loosens. Your skin tingles as though the air itself carries a charge, and in that tremor, something awakens: a hunger for understanding, for sensation, for a truth too vast to name. Thoughts splinter and collide, like invisible arrows tearing through the core of your mind, setting it alight with unspoken truths. Each one leaves a spark, a pulse, a fleeting taste of something infinite that presses against the limits of your consciousness.

Then you realise: you are no longer standing in the world you knew. You are in a current that moves beneath and through you, twisting and folding reality like water around a stone. Muscles you never knew existed tighten, quiver, and release in perfect resonance with the rhythm of the universe itself. Every breath carries the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, every glance contains a universe you have always longed to see.

A force rises, coiling through your spine, pulling your chest open, widening your eyes, igniting the marrow of your bones. It is neither fear nor desire alone—it is both, magnified, intertwined, uncontainable. For a moment, unbearable yet sublime, you are not merely alive: you are the axis of a shifting, luminous cosmos, suspended between stars, between thought and sensation, between who you were and who you are becoming.

When the current finally releases you, the world you return to is unchanged—yet you are transformed. Every sound hums, every shadow breathes, every heartbeat carries the memory of that other place. It is older than memory, younger than desire, and it lingers within you, a living pulse that will not relent. You have touched a dimension beyond knowing, and the echo of it continues to move through your blood, your mind, your bones—reminding you that the ordinary can never contain the infinite.

And then it comes, the quiet clarity that anchors everything: the trick is to breathe—and with each inhale, feel the infinite pulse of the universe coursing through your veins, igniting every nerve, every cell, until you are both grounded and unbound, suspended in the rhythm of everything that ever was and ever will be.