There was just light and a bellowing sound.
Nothing else, not even a void, was around.
No mortal flesh, tainted and ugly.
No scars. No wars.
Not a single thought made its way across the grassy fields.
For there were no grassy fields. No breeze.
It was dark, it was bright.
There was no day or night.
Before love, before joy and before tears,
before pain and pleasure and the darkest fears.
Before everything I could ever know or see…
Before me, there was infinity.

Priya at the beach by Lovell D’souza. Clicked at the Arossim Beach.