Walking past, my hand grazes your soft, fiery skin. Colors explode across my vision a sea of vibrancy threatening to sweep me away. Glass shatters,  fragmented shards soaring towards my body. The impact — magnificent in itself — would surely be strong enough to fracture my bones into nothing but a fine dust. Universes are born. Universes collapse. The world itself implodes into an icy hot abyss — creating an open void, where you hand once met  mine.