It all seemed so real… The shark glided through the bustling waters of sky. Was it a dream? Was it reality? He didn’t know, but what he did know was that he was there. He was thinking, so he must exist.
The shark had a vague sense of where he wanted to go; some nameless desire to go back to where he was before. He felt himself being guided, or perhaps guiding himself along the current of destiny. Where it led he did not know. But what he knew, he knew, and nothing more. Or so he thought. He wasn’t actually sure. Was it all a dream he asked himself again? But everything seemed so real; so surreal. Figures moving, making noise. Or was he moving instead? He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything at all, and so he realized that he knew everything.