An endless darkness.

Countless meteors.

And something massive slowly brushing past the stars.

Things like cliones swimming through the black sea. Or perhaps they are stars. They swim and drift through the infinitely vast ocean. They do nothing but move. As if they were beings born solely to swim.

It feels like a dream. You don't know how to process the surreal sight before you. It is certainly beautiful... awe-inspiring... but an unknown fear—perhaps something even greater—crawls up your spine and pierces your brain directly.

Creation. Destruction, and creation once more. Collision, darkness and light. Birth and death. An infinite cycle...

Just as you reach the precipice of terror, you wake from the dream.