Travelling through the void
Dreams of birth. Dreams of death.
We travelled at the speed of light through a void, colours and white, swirling. All bright - no darkness.

We arrived back in a world just like the one we'd left, except that all trace of our existence had disappeared. Is there a mistake? I asked death. No mistake. I want to go back, I told death.

So he (and it was a he) took me back, to a world full of snow and danger. A world where I had to be wily to escape danger, on a dark night, in a dark place, in the wilderness.

Death and birth. Birth and death.