I found myself in an open field. To be honest, I knew it existed, but the rare solitude in which I passed through was pleasant. I closed my eyes, expecting to trip on the wet, tangled grass. Instead, I felt this odd sensation of floating. With every tentative step, I was lifting into the sky. My eyes snapped open, expecting a large pole or some such obstacle to be in my path. But no, I wasn’t even halfway across. I closed my eyes again, for longer this time. I floated along, rising in the darkness, rising above an invisible world.