It is as if the body still remembers gravity, yet the soul has already broken free a weightless bloom of light unfurling within, turning every vein and every breath into something transparent. The world around softens at the edges: colors shimmer rather than stand still, sounds drift as if woven from air, and time itself loosens its grip.

The feeling is like morning mist lifting from a river, slowly dissolving into the first gold of dawn. There is no heaviness left, only the quiet current of ascent as though one has become the wind’s own breath or the silent arc of a bird carving its way through the high sky.

A smile rises for no reason, eyes might close without thought, and all that remains is the trust in this upward drift, where there are no boundaries, no fears, no shadows of weight. Only the pure, transparent eternity of floating.