Fragments of a Broken Mind: Chapter II

A few evenings passed, a haze, for me. I remembered what I had seen, as if it was a lucid dream. I know better than to think it was a dream, my body doesn't...feel... dreams that way. I felt the atmosphere, travel through my lungs, breathing some other type of life into me.I remember feeling like I could actually breathe, like I was never breathing fully before. That was a real..feeling. The colors in my dreams aren't vivid, I don't recall ever feeling...cold in a dream. I know better than to think it was a dream. "You have to keep going" I had to tell myself, over and over, otherwise I just sat there, thinking about it. How do you think about anything else, after seeing something like that, after being...somewhere else. How do you go on when you aren't sure if you're going insane. I couldn't help but go over it in my head, for days, how did I get there, where was I, how did I get back. Needless to say the days that passed after were not easy ones.

Then a few nights later, I was beginning to fall asleep when I just suddenly opened my eyes. I didn't hear a sound, I just felt like opening my eyes. I look up to see a translucent shape standing next to me. Tall, almost to the ceiling, translucent but with a slight blue tint to it. I only peered at it for a moment before something...someone...took me to a room. Much in the same way as the first time, I didn't see anything coming, I was in one place one moment, and in an entirely new place the next. It was as if I had only blinked, and did it on my own.

I was in a room, or what a room would look like if it were outside, and not in a building. With long, thick, leafy vines climbing all the walls. Flower's up and down the vines. I couldn't imagine flowers so beautiful, sparkling like the early morning dew. Some white with red spots, some that looked like they were painted like marble with black and white swirls all over it. The walls and ceiling were so high, as big as a skyscraper. The room was lit, but there were no lights, and no fire. I looked up as high as I could, along the walls there were rows and rows of books. Shelves as tall as the tallest building I had ever seen. I couldn't see up past maybe twenty stories, however I could see that it was all books, as far as the eye could see. No one but me in sight, once again, I could see that others must have been here. Everything seems in tact and clean. A few days before, when I saw the domes, those seemed like someone made them. That...that library, maybe, it didn't seem empty or desolate, yet, no one was around. Next to me there was a small table, three books on top, no pictures, no words. I pick one up, I open it to the first page.

The Story of Earth: A World Between Worlds....