I had decided to let myself fall

and spiraled down in the nauseating black swirl, the enigmatic funnel, not resisting the water invading my nose, my mouth, my lungs. I knew I would die. But at the bottom I was received by soft transparent arms in a bright infinite land, fields shimmering, face to face with an immense sun.

– Niebla


About niebla

I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil.
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