An Endless Place

I am in a space, although I am not sure if it is a space.

It is vast. I cannot see anything. As I turn around, there is absolutely nothing on the horizon in any direction. Three hundred and sixty degrees around me, nothing. I look up, and there is nothing there either. A pale blue color fills everything above me, and beneath me is a flat surface of very pale pink. It stretches endlessly in every direction, as if the Earth were perfectly flat and had no edge.

I am standing there. I do not know whether I am in the middle or at the edge, but because there is no limit to it, the distinction feels meaningless. It is just me, standing on this pale pink surface with emptiness extending as far as I can see.

I am also naked.

As soon as I notice that I am naked, I feel the entire space beginning to fill with something. It is liquid, but not quite liquid. Smoke, but not quite smoke. Air, but thicker somehow. Some sort of a fluid. It has the same colors as the surroundings, and it rises from the surface itself. Not only where I am standing, but everywhere.

As it rises, it covers my feet. It is slightly warm. The moment I feel that warmth, the color around my feet begins to change. The pale fluid turns yellow, then gradually warmer. As it continues rising over my ankles and calves, the color expands outward from me, becoming orange near my body, fading to yellow farther away. The warm colors continue spreading as the substance rises higher.

It reaches my waist. I stand there with my arms relaxed at my sides, puzzled but not frightened. I am not questioning whether the place is real or imaginary. Everything feels normal, only unfamiliar.

Losing the Boundary of the Body

The fluid continues rising as it reaches my chest, then my shoulders. At some point, I realize that my body below the surface of this fluid has entered a completely relaxed state. I do not feel tension. If I am honest, I do not feel much of anything at all. Above the surface, I remain aware of my face, my head, the faint sensations on my skin. But below it, I seem to be floating. My body no longer feels separate from the surrounding space. It feels as though it belongs to it as the fluid keeps rising.

For a brief moment, a thought appears: What if it goes above my head? What if I cannot breathe? But alongside that thought is a strange certainty that I will be fine. That even if it covers me completely, breathing will continue as naturally as before.

Under the Surface

That is exactly what happens. The fluid rises over my mouth, my nose, my eyes, and finally over my head. At that point, I feel nothing at all. I do not know whether I am still conscious, but I am still aware. I can no longer feel my body, yet I know it is there. I can see myself existing within this endless place. I can see myself breathing. I can see myself seeing, although there is really nothing to see.

There is only this figure suspended within an endless expanse of warm orange fluid above a never-ending pale pink surface. Above it all remains that faint blue color.

The feeling is difficult to describe. It felt like being connected to nothing. And somehow, at the same time, connected to everything. 

A strange experience.