The bright light slips away, dark pooling, thoughts scattering. Then suddenly quiet arrives. You notice your pulse doesn’t match your heartbeat. The mind loiters, carrying you sideways. The next screen shows time morphing into geological action. The whisper returns with dissonant notes. Only the rhythmic knocking makes some sense.

Johannes Springenseiss is a world citizen and raconteur. He mostly writes speculative fiction and creative essays.