I move in slow motion, a stroll in three dimensions. There is no pain, no stress in this cold dream world. My voice means nothing, I cannot talk, cannot scream. Sound is warped—a sigh is now a burble, a clank is now a tink. Fizzing and crackling are the sound of vibrant, busy creatures. I am there, but all the creatures pay me no mind—predator and prey, flora and fauna. I am gray, and my blood is black; I am surrounded by teal, saphire, amarinthe, and vermilion. The sunlight does not warm me, it shimmers and sparkles and changes the colors of all the creatures. I lose my sense of space, I am a small person in a vast universe, afraid of what I cannot see. If only I could live in this universe forever! Yet, I cannot escape time; oxygen and nitrogen are my tethers which I cannot sever. The alien creatures that have allowed me to watch, show their indifference as I pull away. I look down upon them from afar, as I start to feel the sun’s warmth again. Begrudgingly, I am back in my own world. My fellow travelers and I chatter unceasingly about our visit to the alien world; it felt so real, yet so magical!