THE ASTEROID BELT
the Asteroid Belt
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I don’t remember how I got here. One moment, I was standing at the water’s edge, the wind tangling in my hair, the salt thick in my lungs. The next, I was floating—suspended in a tide that was not made of water but of sky, petals, and shimmered fragments of something ancient.
Fish dart past me, luminous and electric, leaving trails of light in their wake. Flowers bloom in the current, unfurling as if reaching for an unseen sun. There is no gravity here, no up or down—only the slow, rhythmic pull of the unseen tide, drawing everything in a great, endless cycle.
I see them then—the birds. Tiny figures perched on clusters of flowers, oblivious to the strangeness around them. They are unbothered, as if this place has always been theirs, as if they were waiting for me.
And then, the shells. Great spiraled forms, encrusted with iridescent scales, like the bones of creatures too vast to name. They whisper as I drift past, their voices woven with the hum of something not quite music. Stories, perhaps. Memories of a world beneath the surface of waking life.
The deeper I sink into this dream, the more I realize: this is not the ocean, not the sky, but something in between. A place where time bends and nature rearranges itself into patterns I almost understand. Almost.
Then, a shift. The current changes. The flowers begin to close, the fish dart away, and the tide pulls me back toward the surface. The birds take flight, scattering into the blue. DNA transformed into living beings is hurtled through space and time, carried by asteroids bringing life