Whispers of a fractured world
For a moment, the world around me seemed to fade away. I found myself in a dark and quiet place, embraced by warm waters, and a sense of peace washed over me like a soothing melody.
My mind began to wander to unknown places with vivid landscapes, and soon the dream world started revealing each one of them. First, I strolled through a bustling market where vendors sold out-of-this-world tools that defied the laws of logic. Then I stumbled upon a hidden oasis in the middle of the desert, a testament to humans’ resilience in the face of adversity. I became a spectator in a galactic battle, endless possibilities unfolding in the blink of an eye.
And then, as swiftly as it had begun, this calmness stopped. An echo of whispers and voices surrounded me, some of them familiar but others just strange. Everything was turning into a disconcerting symphony. A bright light pierced the serenity.
I was resting on the couch, my mother at my side, and deep lines on her forehead revealed the panic she felt in my absence. I could barely make any sense of my surroundings at this moment, but then the discomfort and soreness in my head began, accompanied by a terrible back contraction.
— Son — her voice trembled — What is your name?
Confusion clouded my thoughts, and I struggled to understand the situation— What… What’s happening?
— Son, please, tell me your name — she implored this time.
— Martín — I paused — What’s going on? What the hell just happened!?
As words were exchanged, I began to understand, and a shiver coursed down my spine. I had convulsed and screamed in the middle of the night. I had been a puppet to a force beyond my control. The details remained elusive, but now I could understand. During the seizure minutes before, I was screaming like a possessed man, mumbling and trying to articulate words.
The paramedics swarmed around me, checking my vitals to ensure everything was right, reminding me of the seriousness of my situation. A needle found its mark in my vein, and I felt life coursing through my body, restoring the lost color to my skin.
In the days that followed, a landscape of uncertainty unfolded. A weight pressed against my back, a reminder of the force exerted during the episode. The neurologist offered pills that promised clarity and stability.
I was in the bathroom, resting my hands in the wash basin when suddenly, my right eye perceived distortion in the mirror. Somehow, time and space were not as they should be. My right eye was somehow in the past, while the left one was firmly in the present. The interpretation of images was out of sync.
Like a damaged cassette, images started to play tricks on me, and vertigo appeared…
— Something is really not right! — I said to myself.
I burst out of the room and started shouting, asking for help. And then, bricks and colors appeared in a chaotic dance, like a glitch in a monitor, before enveloping me in a dark and quiet place, embraced by warm waters.
