The sun was about to settle in its comfort and I’d walked enough.

To the point my eyes could see, there was beauty, there were colors that were once painted by someone, who knew life is beautiful when you see this with an open mind and close realities.

I could see fields, I could see tiny flowers and everything that existed in my reality there, or everything that wasn’t “My reality”.
It was empty land, brown. I could see Earth’s true colors that day. I stepped forward towards the green floor, which was wildflowers and green leaves with ladybugs walking around. It felt like I walked down gigantic stairs.

I laid down to share the space with those wildflowers, leaves, and ladybugs when I saw the space in the reflection of my imaginary astronaut helmet.

It was a brief moment of freedom. Freedom from all thoughts, worries, ideas, and anything that could have crossed my mind. Somehow, my mind went somewhere else and the entry-exit doors for everything stayed with doors closed. I felt everything that was already inside. It was different from what I thought I would look inside.

I was a whole universe, a universe I could see on the reflection of my imaginary astronaut helmet.