2021 SWIMMERS BENEATH THE STARS

Metaphysical Color: "The Window of Stars"

It was a tranquil day. The lake shimmered beneath a sky painted in shades of blue and gold. Along the shores, pine trees swayed gently in the breeze. Swimmers moved through the clear water, their laughter and voices echoing softly across the surface.
And then, it happened. At the center of the lake, a round window suddenly opened in the clear sky. It was as black as night, filled with tiny points of light, swirling halos, and nebulas that seemed to move like a cosmic dance.
The swimmers froze, mesmerized. The window felt unreal—a rupture in the lake’s serene perfection. It made no sound, yet an invisible force seemed to pull them toward it. One swimmer reached out, drawn to the golden light radiating softly from its edges. The water around her rippled in perfect circles. Her silhouette flickered, fragmented, then disappeared in a flash of brilliance, as though she had been absorbed into the fabric of the cosmos. No cry, no trace. The window devoured her presence like a star swallows the night.
Above the lake, the sky began to change. A new star appeared, vivid and radiant, as if the swimmer had merged with the infinite. And then, as suddenly as it had opened, the window closed.
Some swimmers backed away, shaken by what they had witnessed. But others lingered, their eyes fixed on the heavens, wondering:
“When this window opens for me someday... will I have the courage to cross through?”