Eric didn't know how long he had been listening like that.
He only felt his consciousness gradually drift from his body, light and free. A pleasant, vibrating sensation emanated from deep within his soul.
A warm current spread from his chest to his limbs. He was clearly closing his eyes, and it should have been pitch black in front of him, but his world suddenly lit up.
It was a mystical space, illuminated by countless motes of light, like a swarm of multi-colored fireflies. They flew around, trailing sparkling streaks of light, so beautiful it seemed unreal.
Eric almost thought he had fallen asleep and this was just a dream. He could even sense the "personality" of each type of "firefly."
The blue motes were gentle and profound, sometimes as soft as morning dew, other times surging violently like ocean waves, full of change and mystery.
The red motes were like passionate flames, dancing brilliantly and proudly.
