Harsh light awakens me, and for the first time, I can see. It is nothing but blinding light, yes, but I can see. In the distance, I can hear things. Birds... rushing water... a soft breeze sweeping across a vast field... soon, I can see all of these things, and my first wish has been granted by the universe. I have awakened to a beautiful world.
Nearby is a small sheep, covered in white wool. I rip some grass from the ground and hold it my hands. I walk over to the sheep and kneel next to it, offering the grass. As it eats from my hand, I realize the beauty of life. This sheep is alive, the distant songbirds are alive, I am alive. Many other living things await me in this beautiful world.
The sheep walks away, and I am able to explore a little bit of this world. Behind me is a river, a beautiful flowing river of shining blue water. Within it, I can see fish swimming with the stream, bass and salmon. I reach into the water to pick up the fish, but they always slip past my hand. The water pushes against me, and it feels cold. Much colder than the sunlight, and much stronger. too. I cup my hands together and bring some of the water to my mouth, drinking it slowly. Some of the water falls between the gaps in my fingers and onto my lap, and I can feel the cold drips accumulating as I continue to drink.
Once I have satisfied myself, I look across the river and see a forest. This must surely be where the songbirds come from, with nests high up in trees. I cannot swim across, however; it is far too dangerous and I must explore this side of the river first. Nearby is a hill, covered in white flowers, a bee hovering over them. I walk over and pick one of the flowers, then smell it. As pollen drifts into my nose, I sneeze, startling the bee and making it fly away. This flower is alive, just like me and the sheep and the fish and the bees. I tuck the flower away and it disappears, much to my surprise. I search for it and it returns to my hand, almost magically. When I put it away again, it is gone. Maybe there is something taking it and carrying it for me. What else can it carry?
I walk down the hill and observe the world around me. It is nothing short of a miracle that I am here, able to witness it. And that means I must protect it.