Meeting the Universe: The journey of my soul

Vincent's first vivid childhood memories had flown with the wings of the wind, and they began to speak to him in a loud voice. He began to sink into them like quicksand. The glass of brandy slipped out of his hands, just as he had decided to pour himself a bit more of the alcohol, and shattered into many tiny shards with a loud bang.

- Maybe it's a warning that I must change my life? -

He saw nothing but a prism with white light. He was flying towards the light beam at a very high speed, ju...