Is this what it’s like? he wondered. When you’re about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can’t see.

Not that it matters, when you dream, there's no outside or in. Your mind is an unimaginable bloom. A willow catkin as big as the moon. With billions of anthers, shaking pollen like stars. It may seem strange, but in this boundless place --- You are not alone.

Would I be any less real if I lived only in your mind?

Is this what it's like? he wondered. When you're about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can't see.

Your brain is a forest,And the nerves are trees.When the branches touch,Snaps jumps between the leaves.

Can one young man change a civilization?

You’ll find your way.

To be free means always leaving...or returning to a place where leaves never fall.

Dorner leaned back in his chair, imagining what might have happened if he hadn’t injected himself. The limbo of sleep, dark and secret— Drowning in the sea of voices. Not waking, not fighting. Letting them storm him without resisting.

There were ghosts in the wind, whispers from the snow or the invisible meltwater flowing beneath.