There was a Tiger swimming in arctic waters, navigating between the icebergs, and he didn't even flinch in the freezing temperature. The camera observing this Tiger of ours sinks below the surface and films an endless number of alien fish that looks like spotted sheets hanging folded over cloth lines. They mostly swim around in the dark blue, cold as outer space water and do nothing with their lives. They are born, they live and they die.
I realised that they where living of the alcalinity of the water somehow, and with that new piece of information I figured out that when I carefully observed the fields of energy in the air around me, I could fly. Or not fly really, but rather hang glide.
There is a wintery landscape below, from our viewpoint suspended in mid-air. The Tiger now prowls the deserted streets, and it starts to rain.
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