I found myself soaring over a vast Norwegian lake that stretched endlessly to the horizon. The surface was like polished glass, reflecting the moody northern sky. I was flying so low that I could trail my fingers through the crystal-clear water, creating delicate ripples that spread out behind me.
The wind was crisp and fresh against my face, carrying that distinct Nordic chill, but surprisingly, I felt perfectly comfortable. There was no fear, just an overwhelming sense of serenity mixed with exhilaration. Each time my hand dipped into the cool water, it sent little sparkles of joy through my body.
The landscape was breathtaking - distant mountains wrapped in morning mist, their peaks barely visible, while the lake below seemed to hold all the world's tranquility in its depths. I remember feeling completely safe, as if this was exactly where I was meant to be, suspended between water and sky in perfect harmony.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as I glided over the water's surface, completely immersed in the pure freedom of flight and the gentle rhythm of my hand touching the water's surface. The experience left me with a profound sense of peace that lingered even after waking.
