No. 94

Here we are, beyond the grasp of space and time.

I may have died, but now I am alive.

My voice is your mind.

No, not you.

You.

Yes, you!

A whisper of words, a reverberating light.

A beacon of love, echoing through the eons, spawning earths, suns and constellations alike.

Your mind is my voice.

It is a boundless breath, forever adrift, immortalized by the everlasting sea of sounds.