The first thing I saw was the chaotic colours. They painted the sky together. The midnight black. The lush green. The shining yellow. And now me.
But what colour am I? What colour will I be when I finally cross to the other place? I like limbo, but the other side is my home.
The swirls of colour dipped through clouds, soaring around stars and painting planets. It was night and day here. It was everything all at once.
I was being pulled apart. I was being split down the middle. As much of me as there was reaching out to the sky, there was more anchoring me to the inbetween place.
I picture myself in the sea. I allow myself to float above crashing waves, feeling the cool splashes on my skin. I give myself permission to relax into the water as my skin shrinks and fades. I shrink and faded all at once, but suddenly I am larger than ever.
And now me.
As blue smoke began to hiss from every part of me, I leap between. I am night and day. I am a chaotic colour soaring through the sky with them.