My mother nudged me, snapping me out of my trance. White arms still danced like angels on her melon and I could hear the beat to which they moved pulsing in my veins.
"Time to breathe, little one," my mother said, pushing me to the surface. After I exhaled, she floated gently in the water, the moonlight still glistening on her skin. "What did you see down there?" she asked.
"It was amazing," I responded. "It was like the ocean, moon, and us were all dancing to the same beat! I've never seen such harmony!"
"Very good, Amber. Sadly, harmony has taken a fall in this world, replaced by a dissonant, cacophonous tone. But it hasn't gone away. We just aren't listening to it anymore. Land, sea, ocean, sky, life. We are all one. No matter what illusions the mind yells to you, remember that we are all connected."
"So we're all just a part of a great big blob?"
"Of course not! Like and equal aren't the same thing, silly! What's amazing is that we are all different. Land is strong, the sky and ocean are flexible, and life exists in many different forms. Yet they are all a part of this world, which would not exist without them."