Lie down and get comfortable,
Pull the covers close around you,
Let your eyes close gently.
Tonight you're going somewhere vast and quiet,
Somewhere that exists only at the threshold between day and night.
Imagine you're standing at the edge of a canyon.
This isn't an ordinary canyon.
This is a twilight canyon,
A place that only appears when the sun is set,
But true darkness hasn't arrived yet.
The sky above you is the deepest violet,
Not quite purple,
Not quite blue.
This is the color that exists only for a few moments each evening.
The first stars are beginning to appear,
Faint and delicate,
Like pinpricks of silver.
You look down into the canyon and you notice that it's filled with mist.
This mist is unlike anything that you've seen before.
It glows from within,
Luminous and opalescent,
Soft blues,
Pale golds with hints of rose and lavender.
The colors shift and swirl slowly,
Almost like silk moving underwater.
The air is perfectly still,
It's warm and gentle on your skin.
You notice a path leading down to the canyon,
Wide stone steps carved into the rock face,
Smooth,
Ancient,
Worn by countless feet over endless time.
You step onto the first stone.
You can feel that it's warm beneath your bare feet,
Almost like the rock has been holding the heat of the day and it's releasing it for you now,
Very slowly.
You begin to descend.
Step by step,
You move deeper into the canyon.
The walls on either side are smooth,
Red stone,
Curved,
Flowing,
Like water carved them over millennia.
As you descend,
The air grows softer,
Warmer,
Thicker.
The mist is rising to meet you.
At first,
There are just wisps of it,
Curling around your ankles,
Soft as breath.
You keep walking down,
There's no hurry.
The steps will be here as long as you need them.
As you descend,
You notice the mist grows thicker.
Now it's up to your knees,
Warm,
Silky,
And moving gently around you as if it's alive.
The glow is all around you now.
The mist is catching the last light from above,
Holding it,
And then diffusing it into soft,
Shifting colors.
You continue down the steps.
The mist is at your waist now,
Your chest.
You're swimming through light,
Through warmth,
Through softness.
The walls of the canyon embrace you on either side,
Protective,
Ancient,
Strong.
You feel completely safe here,
Held by stone that stood for thousands of years,
Wrapped in a mist that glows with its own gentle light.
Finally,
You reach the bottom of the canyon.
The floor is soft,
Sand as smooth as silk,
Perfectly warm.
The mist here is the deepest,
So thick you can barely see a few feet ahead,
But you don't need to see.
You can feel where you're meant to go here.
You walk forward slowly.
Your feet sink into the warm sand with each step.
The mist parts gently as you move through it,
Then closes softly behind you.
Ahead you notice a deeper glow,
Golden,
Steady,
Warm.
You walk toward it,
And you discover a hollow in the canyon wall.
It's a natural alcove,
Smooth,
Curved,
And perfect for you.
Inside the alcove,
The sand is piled soft and deep,
Like a nest,
Like a bed made by the canyon itself.
You step inside.
The walls curve around you,
Protecting you on three sides.
You lie down in the soft sand.
It molds to your body perfectly.
It supports your head,
Your shoulders,
Your back,
Your legs.
The earth is cradling you.
Above you,
Through the opening of the alcove,
You can see the mist swirling gently,
Glowing,
Shifting,
Dancing slowly.
The colors are mesmerizing,
Pale blue melting into soft gold,
Rose bleeding into lavender,
And silver threading through it all like light through water.
You feel yourself sinking deeper into the sand,
Your body growing heavier,
Warmer.
The walls of the alcove radiate gentle heat,
Not hot,
Just warm,
Comforting,
Like being held close by something ancient and kind.
The mist begins to drift into the alcove,
Soft tendrils of it glowing gently.
It settles over you like a blanket,
Warm,
Weightless,
Luminous.
Where it touches your feet,
You feel all tension dissolving.
Your feet are completely relaxed,
Heavy,
At peace.
The mist drifts higher,
Over your legs,
Your hips,
Each part of you releasing as the warm glow touches it.
It covers your belly,
Your chest.
Your breath slows,
Deepens,
Matching the slow swirl of the mist above you.
The glow reaches your shoulders,
Your arms,
Your hands,
Your fingers uncurl.
You're completely still.
There's nothing to hold,
Nothing to grasp.
The mist settles over your throat,
Your face,
Your jaw softens.
Your eyes grow impossibly heavy.
You're completely cocooned now,
Wrapped in a warm,
Glowing mist,
Held by ancient stone,
Cradled by soft sand.
Above you,
The opening of the alcove frames the dark sky.
More stars appear now,
Hundreds of them,
Thousands.
They seem to be watching over you,
Keeping vigil while you rest.
The mist continues its slow dance,
Swirling,
Glowing,
Endless and gentle.
You feel yourself drifting,
Not away,
But deeper.
Deeper into the warmth,
Deeper into the quiet.
The canyon breathes with you,
Ancient,
Patient,
Strong.
It's held countless souls before you,
And will hold countless more,
But right now it's only holding you.
Your body is heavier now,
Sinking into the sand,
Sinking in to rest.
The mist thickens around you,
Like a soft blanket,
A warm embrace.
Everything is still.
You can let go completely.
Allow yourself to sink deeper.
The stars are watching over you.
The canyon is holding you.
The mist wrapping you in light.
Sleep now.