I Am The Madman Of This Family

Brightness surrounded Keter. It was so bright that it was almost like darkness, a world where nothing could be seen at all. Every sense felt hazy, as if he were inside a dream.

Is this the afterlife?

Keter did not know, but there was one thing he could be sure of.

I am thinking. Therefore, I exist.

Having established his own existence, Keter looked around. It was a meaningless action. He could not even tell whether his eyes were open or closed, nor where the ground ended and the sky began. All he could feel was a strange, swollen sense of floating.

What is this?

It was a hopeless situation, yet Keter remained optimistic. Like a man adrift at sea, he drifted through the pale, luminous space.

Oh.

Drifting there without any sense of time, he eventually discovered another presence besides himself. It was a boy, seven years old at most, maybe nine. In this vast sea of light, the boy looked as though he were playing in the dirt.