I walked in that shop with a head full of dreams and a heart ready to win. I left with a handful of black marbles and no idea why.
Each marble was black with a tiny sparkle inside, swirling, spiraling, and zigzagging like phosphene. I wasn’t sure where I learned that word or even what it meant, but it seemed like the right word for what I saw inside them. Strange, beautiful, and mystical was what they were. They held the answers I needed, though what those answers were was a mystery.
Until I dropped one.
Then there was a shadow that passed over me. For the briefest moment, I knew everything. The whole of the universe was laid out before me, and I could see the patterns in it all. There was a rhyme and reason for it all. There was a purpose to it all, though we lowly mortals were but a tiny part. Our place wouldn’t stop it, merely slow it down.
And then it