Birth
Birth
Nothingness, no gravity, frictionless.
A motion, no acceleration, no landmarks.
Without light, without darkness.
A four dimensional void.
A movement, a velocity, not understood.
Then somethingness.
A two dimensional plane.
Moving.
In the distance a horizon.
A transparent line.
Moving toward it.
The line is becoming a jagged mountain.
I am getting closer.
It is closing in on me.
There is no way though.
Terror.