The sun's eye, looking like a black hole, continued to stare at me.
Is everything staring at me these days? I asked myself silently as I continued on to the train station.
When I arrived at the platform, I looked up at the sun again, which seemed to be blinking.
I looked away and walked to the end of the platform, where I had to get on and off at the school station.
While waiting for the train, I noticed how cloudy it actually was.
So how could the sun be blinding me, or why could I see it?
I got an uneasy feeling about this turn of events. But I didn't think much of it as I sank into my thoughts, as usual.
When the train arrived, I got on and analyzed the people around me.
What I saw alongside the living were souls from the liminal realm, humans as well as animals, as well as these... lights.
Not white ones like the ones I had encountered, but red, blue, or other colors. Some were purple. I stopped observing these beings.
As the train was almost at my station, I noticed something slightly sad. You could probably call it normal.
What I saw was how souls, beings from the twilight world, tried to make contact with people. Their voices sounded echoing, inhuman and yet human.
Some shouted at their loved ones, as I interpreted it, because they probably didn't realize that they had long since passed away. A strange, sad and indifferent sight.
At least it was somehow normal for me. Even though it was the first time I had heard and seen these beings from the liminal realm myself.
With my mother, I had already helped two souls to the place beyond the liminal realm. Even though I could only observe this situation.
As I continued to look around the train, I saw a soul sitting alone in an empty seat.
This person was wearing formal clothing. It seemed to me as if this soul was still on its way to work.
Among other things, I wondered how this person hadn't noticed that they had died.
This soul is certainly ignorant of its own situation, I thought to myself as I arrived at my station and got off.
I walked to school and saw numerous souls, people, animals and also other beings that I couldn't describe.
After a while, I arrived at my school. A building that, like most schools, screamed "prison."
There were many students at this school, but most of those my age were very immature.
Although I was already 18 years old, others my age were mere children, often ignorant and disrespectful children.
I wondered how they had made it to high school and even to the third year. But that was none of my business.
I went to the room where I had my first class of the day. I had physics, where we were currently studying the electromagnetic nature of light.
As I placed my physics materials on my desk, I smiled slightly at the coincidence that struck me.
After all, the literal sun had been staring at me and watching me. But I also knew that all events have a reason and a cause.
I sat down at my desk and waited for my teacher to arrive. I spent most of the waiting time lost in my thoughts until the other students arrived. My classmates entered the room.
I focused on my thoughts again as my gaze danced around the room. After a while, a few classmates stared at me. I counted four. I paid no attention to them.
After a while, the lesson began and we learned how light consists of photon particles and waves.
The lesson became boring because I had finished the assigned tasks and looked out the window where I was sitting.
I watched animals, squirrels, and birds for some time. Either in the form of a soul body or alive.
I found it fascinating how the dead and the living, so to speak, interacted.
I saw two living squirrels playing with a squirrel soul. I smiled at this sight.
I glanced at the clock in the room, wondering where my classmates had gone. After all, some of the others also had chemistry class and usually stayed.
"The... clock?" I whispered, because I was surprised.
The clock showed the time 11:11, which, spiritually speaking, often stood for a new beginning or, among other things, a spiritual awakening.
I immediately looked out the window, ignoring the astonished liminal entities opposite me.
I turned my gaze to the sun, or rather, the sun's eye, the black hole. This eye of light was still looking at me with interest and now also with love. Love that could be from a mother, love in its purest form.
"The time has come for this world to be cleansed of ugliness."
This was said by a voice that sounded deep, echoing, heavy, powerful, and proud at the same time. I couldn't identify the source of this voice, but I knew what these words had said. It was the sun.
Now the eye just watched me with an unreadable expression. Pure neutrality, but there was definitely more behind it.
I was breathing heavily because of the events, but I quickly calmed down. I looked at the sun again, but saw nothing but blinking and neutrality.
"You... you... you are..."
A deep voice stuttered, echoing, so I ignored it.
"You are..."
Another voice said, echoing, and a high-pitched one at that, probably a woman's.
My gaze was still on the sun's eye, which now appeared smiling and friendly.
I noticed how suddenly a tsunami of neon green energy spread from the north. This tsunami seemed to want to cover the world.
But before I could sink further into my thoughts, I was awakened by a resonant and respectful-sounding voice.
"You are... the Messenger of Light!"
My entire being, mind and body, froze at this information.
I could sense in my intuition that something was laughing at me, probably the sun.
"Messenger of Light?"
I whispered, questioningly, as the neon green tsunami approached and hit me.
My skin burned.