I turn my attention to the sky as the sound of what could only be described as solar bodies colliding echoes in my ears. Lights of various colors haphazardly streak across the sky in all directions; a dance of chaos in its purest form. Then, as if by some miracle, these lights begin to slowly join one another in the same direction, unifying like cars on a highway as they veer towards the ground. Upon closer inspection of these peculiar lights, I realize they are actually balls of pure energy. They suddenly stop their decent and levitate just before impacting with the ground a few feet from me; a familiar, almost nostalgic feeling begins to awaken inside of me.

They are like me, or like I was, balls of light born from an idea. The balls of light begin to grow bigger and brighter, basking the area with an aurora of possibility. I cover my eyes to shield my vision from the piercing lights as I wonder “If they’re like me, then what might they become?” Soon after the lights fade away, what remains in their place astounds me; the balls of light were not just like me, but were me. Many fully-clothed versions of myself stand before me, whose changes in appearance from my current form vary from the minuet to the radical. One by one their eyes fall upon the massive sheet of paper used to design the body I now occupy; I direct my gaze back to the paper as well, the lines that make up the schematic of my body begin to dance once more. I begin to ponder “Will I change with the lines that dance, just as before?”

Curious, I glance at myself in the sheet of reflective glass. To my surprise, the surface upon which I gaze shows me an image of which I was amazed; my body had suddenly adopted several features of the other versions of me. Nearly every aspect of my body from my clothes to my hair begins to shift as it takes on the form of one the other “me’s”. I think, “If my body takes features from them… Then what happens to them?”

I look out toward the other versions of me; one by one, they slowly begin to fade out of this plane of existence as my form adopts their diverse traits. As the last other “me” fades, my form is truly complete. The lines on the paper cease their dance; I touch my face with my hands, my body begins to feel solid again. I look back upon the mysterious page; words are forming on the surface. I study them with intensity, hoping for answers.

These enthralling words give me a name, a personality, a background… a life story to call my own. As I memorize the story that is to become my life, an unexpected warmth begins to rise within my body. I say “Thank you Creator, whoever you are. I will hold this story, my story, close to my heart… but what is my purpose?” to which, no answers came.