I drifted into a liminal world. Direction became meaningless here—every path looked the same, and even my sense of distance dissolved. The air held the faintest layer of fog, soft and shimmering, and with each step I felt myself slipping loose from the usual weight of being. It was like walking inside a dream, gently disconnected from myself, yet more present than I had been in years. I wasn’t frightened. The place felt warm, protective—alive in a way that welcomed me. For the first time, I didn’t feel alone. There was a quiet unity here, something I still struggle to describe. I could have stayed in this place forever.