I am five years old, and I’m asleep in a cabin on my father’s ship. 

In the middle of the night, I suddenly wake up. 

It is dark outside, and the ship is moving slowly through the black waters. 

I get out of bed and exit the cabin into an empty corridor. 

The ship seems to be abandoned. 

All I can hear is a low, humming noise coming from somewhere above my head. 

I find the stairs and climb towards the sound. 

The sound seems to enter my consciousness from within my mind, and not through my ears. 

At the top of the stairs, I find myself at the bridge of the ship. 

It seems to be empty, but I can feel a strong presence of someone else being in the room. 

The humming sound has now turned into a modulated, muffled sequence, like some incomprehensible language, and I realise that the sound and the presence I  have been sensing is coming from across the room. 

I look around, but there is no-one to be seen. 

But as I look towards the navigational instruments lined up in front of the bridge, it strikes me. 

The sound is the voice of the radar console, shining its flickering green light into the darkness, trying to tell me its secrets.


I am sitting on one of the thick branches of a large tree.

The tree is dark and old, and carry no leaves, yet it seems to be very much alive.

I somehow get the feeling the tree might be able to live forever, although I myself don’t feel particularly immortal sitting in it.

A young girl is looking up at me from another branch down below me.

She is very upset, and tears are rolling down her cheeks.

Deep within I know this is my doing.


A vast desert landscape.

The sky is foggy, and the features of the place fade into a blur in every direction, making it seem without limits.

A young man slowly emerges from the distance, walking barefoot across the sand.

He wears an orange robe and carries a staff in his right hand.

His face seems old. His head is shaven. His gaze clear.

The young man comes to a halt, raises his staff, and parts his lips.

A slow, strong tone builds up from deep within his lungs, resonates through his throat, and spreads out across the landscape.

As the sound grows louder, the grains of sand begin to move, and rise up into the air.

Gradually, different formations emerge in the air around him.

The shapes flicker in and out of form, then begin to glow in colorful patterns as his voice raises to an unbelievable strength.

And then everything snaps into existence.

As I’m walking through the city today, I have forgotten all of the above.