The Cosmic Beach

The waves came up softly on the shore. They didn't crash, but you could hear them each time they arrived. The sound was peaceful and quite mood-setting. Ripples and remnants of water spread out over the soft sand every time. Frankie put his feet into the sand. It was quite comfortable.

Looking out into the ocean before him gave him a feeling he had never felt before. The vision was absolutely clear. Not a bit of haze fogged his view. It was as if his own eyes had healed from years of wear and tear on a polluted world. The ocean moved and surged before him, and, although there was no sun, it glowed with a blue aura about it and in it. The water itself was beyond clear, as the ocean floor could be seen if one wanted to see it.

He looked up into an unworldly sky. It was absolutely clear and crisp, far more so than any night sky anywhere on Earth. Millions upon millions of stars dotted this before-unseen sky in a fashion as though it were a painting. Designs and images were scattered here and there, ones that could not be seen from a polluted sky, even if it were only tainted a small bit.

A shooting star flew across the sky.

Every star was a wonder to look at. They did not just stand and shine, but the light from them danced. It was as though you could see that the gases that composed these stars were moving, as they were. The light from all of them moved in a pattern as though this night sky was an ocean, and this celestial light was the water with waves of its own.

He turned his view from the ocean and sky before him to the sand and trees behind him. It was also a sight to behold. He knew, from walking on it before, that the entirety of the sand was incredibly soft, even where it had not been touched by the silky, clear water. It glowed with a golden brilliance, but not so bright as to hurt the eyes. Rather, it accentuated the atmosphere set by the starry, ocean-like sky.

The trees beyond were ones never seen before by Frankie. They came in many different shapes- circles, triangles, squares, hearts, and straight up and down. They came in many sizes- extraordinarily small, like a rock on the ground, mid sized, and some were magnificently huge like tall, swaying skyscrapers. Each tree bore fruit, but not ones like Frankie had ever seen or imagined. They were crystal in shape and look. They were clear, and they too emit a bit of blue light. They were not hard, though, as you would expect from first glance. They were soft, yet firm. Each one had a different level of warmth, but how and why were questions not worth asking.

Another shooting star flew across the sky.

Frankie turned back towards the ocean and walked to his original sitting spot. He had never felt more content at heart, but something was still missing. This was a dream world built for him, but the center of his desires and dreams was not visible anywhere.

Water came up on the shore and covered his foot for a moment. As it receded, he could feel a feeling that could only be described as a warmth and coolness in the very nerves of his foot which transformed into a nostalgic, peaceful feeling that ran through the rest of his entire body, one part at a time, until it settled in his heart.