The glass jar was filled with water and lying on the beach. There was no ocean by this beach.

An immensely confused man walked up to the jar. The apparent confusion swiftly faded as he picked up the jar and took a generous swig. That is to say he splashed it over his face because he had no mouth.

Immediately, upon contact with his wrinkled skin, the water exploded into color. Into the color the man fell. Space was unbound by this point and he hurtled to wherever he was falling all while going nowhere.

He fell for a day. Well not really, because seeing as space was cheating, time was too. Eventually, after an undisclosed non-existent time frame, he plunged into so much color that the color was one. A liquid prism of sorts.

Instantly, he was aware of the infinite other ‘hims’ there were in other prism pools. He watched as a single drop joined drops from other pools and went into a jar made from the same memory.

All the color vanished and he was alone. Except for a jar filled with water.