I was standing on a crag, overhanging a steep canyon and gazing down. The wind was blowing hard in the pitch-black night, stabbing me with cold icicles. My large shirt bellied out like a sail fat with wind and I was feeling like a balloon, ready to be sucked into the whirlwind. I strove hard to perceive something in the darkness around me. There was nothing to catch at. My strength failed me. I had no hope. I let myself drop into the abyss, arms wide open.
After a long flight, I hit the rocky soil. I was smashed into smithereens but, to my surprise, I was not dead. I could feel every single particle of my body living apart.
My blood penetrated the thirsty ground and was carried away by the phreatic waters. I explored the entire Earth under this form.
I wandered inside a crow’s stomach when it ate my right eye. Then I discovered I could control that bird.
I could control the ants that consumed my brain. I could control every creature that ate me, ate those that had eaten me or were born from those that had eaten me or had drunken my blood.
And there I was, controlling the whole Earth, my blood feeding the planet, my brain thinking for it.
And yet, I was still standing on that steep rugged rock.
Finally, I raised my eyes to the stars. I would get there too…
But suddenly it all stopped sharply - all I could see was the whiteness of the ceiling above me. My dream was over…
Note: Don’t shoot me, I’m only the translator…
