We walked through the shallow water on the cement floor of the pool which seemed to go on forever.   The water was clear and sparkling, but along with it's purity could be felt an eternity of being.   Every so often the flat plane of water was broken by an ancient statue or a small pedestal with a twisted tree arching up from a crack, it's roots buckling and spreading over the smooth cement.

Looking into the distance one could see a random speckling of artifacts and ruins, columns with golden inlays, platforms strewn will brilliant swords and large rough gems. Although the area seemed of human origin, it felt as though no human had ever set foot there before.

Looking toward the cloudless sky one could see no sun, just a soft white haze that dropped to the clear water.   There was no sound - none at all - but the occasional gentle splashing of the water as we walked.   There was no sign of life, but the trees, just a pure calm that flowed like a cool breeze between the statues and over the water.   We couldn't remember how we arrived at this place.   That memory had softly poured away.   The thought of where we were and how we'd leave seemed so unimportant that it would drift away like a receding wave off the beach on a calm day.

Walking, admiring the statues and smooth crystals in the water, and occasionally selecting an antique object from it's misplaced perch, was how it would be.