Water.

It is running over the surface, slowly.

He is watching, silently, without a single movement.

And he is still watching as a single drop gets lost, forming his very own way until it touches his finger and becomes one with it.

One with his finger, one with his hand, one with his whole body.

He shudders.

The amazing feeling creeps down his spine.

And he is closing his eyes, being swept away, being caught in his very own world.