He sat still, eyes closed—not to dream, but to escape. The world passed him by in murmurs and motion, a life too loud for someone who never quite belonged. Behind shut lids, he found peace—not in hope, but in surrender. And yet, in the stillness of sleep, something stirred. The moment he let go, the fall began… but instead of hitting the ground, he rose. Into light, into silence, into something not of this world. No more noise. No more fear. Just the pull of something beyond, whispering, “Begin again.”