Yes, my voice. How was that even possible? I watched it. Then shook my head. The voice did not matter. We were all granted the ability to see what we could not have seen previously.
I saw other voices skimming over the water. Ah, yes. Now it was clear, to some extent. We were not to see each other, at least not now, not in any way that we would have understood in our previous life. The voices were words personified, a kind of color stance that held the information in gobs of solidified air. Clouds of meaning floating on the surface of the ocean. We pushed through the air, all of us. My words were clouds, similar to the clouds from the first realm, when we were wrapped in them and did not know how to continue our understanding. The way of the clouds had followed us from realm to realm.
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