I don’t remember how I got here.
A quiet hum wraps around me,
and here I am.
The streets are soft beneath my feet,
the grass a perfect green,
crisp, like the first breath of morning.
Golden-white buildings rise
with curves as smooth as water,
edges dissolving into the air,
blending with the earth beneath.
There is no line between them and the world—
they are one, timeless, endless.
Water falls from unseen heights,
a constant, soothing murmur.
Rivers weave through the streets,
shimmering like silver threads,
reflecting the sky’s brilliance
and the petals raining from above.
Soft pinks, reds, purples, blues,
each one a delicate brushstroke of life.
The air is filled with sweetness—
jasmine in the park,
citrus bursts of lemon near the market,
and something familiar,
like the scent of home.
I stand still, overwhelmed.
Could this place be real?
It feels like a dream,
but the earth beneath my toes
is solid, warm.
The people here are whole,
content, their eyes bright with peace.
There’s nothing they lack,
nothing they need.
Who could want more
when the world is woven of joy,
the air thick with love?
I wander through the city,
feeling as if it has waited for me—
for this moment,
for me to feel her warmth,
to marvel at her beauty.
At the city’s edge,
I stand overlooking the sea,
its surface catching the final light of the day.
A soft breeze tugs at my hair,
and above,
a planet shimmers—
its surface unknown,
yet somehow familiar,
its beauty a distant mystery.
I wonder what it’s like,
on that world,
if it, too, holds peace,
like the quiet strength beside me.
I pull out my paints,
ready to capture this dream,
but my heart stutters.
My brushes—
I’ve forgotten them.
Frustration grips me.
How foolish.
And then,
a woman appears.
Her presence is warmth,
a light spilling from her being,
and without a sound,
she offers me brushes—
as though she’s always known
that this moment would come.
I hesitate, frozen.
She laughs, soft as wind through trees,
gesturing for me to take them.
I do.
I sit, my heart full of hope,
and begin to paint.
She sits beside me,
her gaze quiet,
faith in her eyes.
I look at her,
and she smiles,
a silent reassurance.
I’ll do my best,
I tell myself.
I’ll try to capture all of this—
the beauty, the peace,
the love that fills this place.
And though I may never succeed,
I know here,
in this city where shadows do not fall,
I am at peace.