You imagine passing, moving, progressing. You focus on the concept of a barrier.

Images swirl around you. You are met by the concept of movement. The world inside your mind retreats or grows are you steer what is left of yourself through sheer mental force.

If The Screaming Zahir exists within your mind, then do you already possess it? Have you already fulfilled your desire? Do you need to witness it when you know that it is here? Waiting to be found?

Were you ever not in your mind? Was there ever a physical world to explore?

You, the concept of you, crashes into the barrier. The barrier is a wall, stretching out through infinity in every direction. Solid. Stone. Cold. Impenetrable.