Written by Dennis Harvell
The Emergence
Out of the city’s noise, a glow appeared. A bridge formed not of stone or steel, but of pure light, stretching across the sky. It shimmered like dawn breaking, each beam alive with color.
The First Step
I hesitated, unsure if the bridge was solid or illusion. Yet when I placed my foot upon it, the light held me. It was warm, steady, carrying me forward as if the path itself wanted me to cross.
The Passage
As I walked, the bridge shifted beneath me. Each step revealed visions — faces I had known, places I had traveled, trials I had endured. The bridge was not just a crossing, but a memory woven into radiance.
The Encounter
Midway, a figure appeared, cloaked in brightness. They carried no words, only a gesture — pointing ahead. Their presence was calm, reassuring, as if reminding me that the journey was mine, but never alone.
The Arrival
At the far end, the light dissolved into horizon. I stepped onto solid ground, but the glow lingered in my chest. The bridge had not carried me away — it had carried me inward, illuminating what was already within.
Reflection
The bridge of light was not about escape, but revelation. It taught me that illumination comes not from reaching the other side, but from walking through the glow itself. The dream reminded me that clarity is not given — it is earned, step by step, across the bridges we dare to cross.
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