We are Bound to The Threads of The Universe

Morning:

The empty view of nothingness soon became a shade of blue that I have never seen before, merging into an burnt, amber -ish orange color shape… morphing and contorting with this blue. Sort of like a lava lamp.

These colors throbbed in color intensity as they slowly move around my consciousness. Eventually morphing into images that I don’t quite understand.

A Face.

Looks familiar. Is it me? Who is that. I dunno.

An outstretched arm…