Translated from RU
I stand on a bridge over a quiet river. The water is still, like a mirror. Clouds are reflected on its surface, but they move in the opposite direction.
On the other side of the bridge, a person walks towards me, very much like myself. He carries a lantern, and in its light, neither shadow nor brightness can be seen.
When we meet in the middle, everything around us disappears. The bridge transforms into a narrow path of light that leads into emptiness. I look down and see that the river now flows through the sky.
From afar, my own voice whispers, "Don't be late." I take a step and wake up.
