Cherry Blossoms
The breath enters the body. The breath leaves the body.
His awareness rested softly on this rhythm as he drifted effortlessly through the curtain between waking and sleep.
He watched with quiet interest as the patterns behind his eyes became the pixels from which his dream senses erupted. He was always amazed by the perfect rendering of these three dimensional worlds. One moment it was just a pattern, and the next an entire world would spring to life all around him.
That was the most dangerous moment, much more difficult than making it through the sleep curtain with awareness intact. The dream worlds and his identities within them were so convincing in their detail that the moment they crystallized he would feel an almost inescapable pull to become lost in the story, and forget his other life in the waking world.
He was sure that if the stories of reincarnation were true, this was how they functioned. The pull of each new identity was so strong everything else was forgotten the moment it was assumed. He had known it intellectually before, but experiencing how it worked was completely different.
He relaxed as the new world formed out of shimmering sparks in the darkness. Sound began. Birds chirped. It was sunny but cool. He still remembered his other lives.
--- WSYI ---
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