The first time I heard my voice, I was only two years old. I sat modestly on my mother's lap and looked at the wall clock while my father explained something to my mother in strange signs. It was like a conscious dream, where you can move, think, change the landscape, but you can't. The sound of ticking, the sound of the wind outside the window, the sound remotely resembling other children's voices, the sound of a book my father opened a couple of times a minute and poked his finger at certain details, the sound of my own discontent with such a variety of hallucinations, which I thought were an illusion, like my body and the very thought of everything...
Gradually I grew and this dream took new forms, it was filled with new knowledge about the meaning of the sound, its source, its content, this or that semantic colouring. But it also seemed like everything around me was blurred... Even the silence of my late childhood years was another test for me as it made me believe even more in the paradoxical nature of what was happening...
Imagine that all the colours of the galaxy could be poured into space and time at once and for a very short time, what would come out of it? The most beautiful thing in the history of everything would come out! Thousands of shimmering precious pebbles through which temporal rivers flow, in whose transparent waves you can see all sorts of situations from the history of the galaxy! Battles of great heroes, the discovery of fundamental laws, declarations of love, silent admiration of a distant planet's nature through the eyes of a lonely child, countless numbers and financial transfers, colorful squares filled to the brim with goods from various companies, a gentle breeze waking a pretty girl in bed early in the morning in the rays of a gentle gentle gentle star, the escape from a secret laboratory at the risk of losing your life and the lives of loved ones, how many more! And besides the pebbles of destiny and rivers of time, we shall see how space itself pulsates and exudes an inexplicable Force that warms every molecule of leaves and flowers, passes through every wish of sentient beings, collides in an inexorable cycle of eternity near the coastal cliffs of limbo to eventually return to the abyss of space, opening the way for future generations of those who believe in and know the Force exists.
And all this you can draw in your head!
Isn't that crazy thinking!
Even now... As a grown woman I get great joy from simply wanting to live here and now and conquer those worlds that as a child seemed to me like dots in the night sky...
This is my soul... This is my story...
And I hope I will enjoy the best out of the time I have in this weird, dream like world in the Faraway Galaxy^^
With Love, to my future self, Naivia Neryn..
P.S: Stop acting like a little girl!
