I remember the day I found myself swimming in the cool waters of the East River. It was a hot Summer day in New York, and the water felt refreshing as I dove in.
With a sense of anticipation, I took the plunge. And as my body submerged beneath the surface, the world above seemed to fade away. It was as if I had stepped into another dimension, a hidden world that lay beneath the surface of the river’s waters.
I emerged from the water gasping for air, wondering if what I saw was real or just my imagination running wild.