A soft breath will escape my lips and become capsulated in an orb of soapy water
Floating through the air, reflecting a pure vision of the world
Looking into the clear space and laying my sober eyes on something so far from the truth
Yet, there is no lie
It's not misdirected, it's no illusion
Just the makeup of our world, in a brighter, fuller, insignificant bubble

The only thing between me and this purified plane is a translucent exoskeleton inviting any and all to pass
I'll reach my hand out to join this world with its cleanliness, hopeful for the ability to breathe in more than the current worlds polluted views and strands of withered spirits combing through my lungs
But before my arm can even fully extend itself, the tender sound that emitted from the fleeting form bore a resemblance to all the citizens of a perfect world bitterly separating their wetted lips
Confusion only wrote itself on my features for a moment as a spray of mist...