What Collapsed: Between what was, and what might be

You stayed stuck there, unknowing whether the gray door would open and the guards would drag you inside so you would be gone forever, or gravity would bring you back to the earth in a victorious battle in which you did not make an effort. A pure spirit pulled you out of there with deep faith and patience to transform what you thought was a tragic accident into something else and more strange.

Between presence and absence in the middle world, you find that you are required to discover your strange self and integrate it into the changing world again. This way you become part of a unique adventure with people you would not have met, had it not been for what happened. You live their stories, share their feelings, and discover their secrets and the mystery that enveloped their stories for a long time in a pure choice of fate to regain their lives again as you regained yours from the darkness of absence and pain.

And between the intensification of nostalgia and the immersion in the thorny reality, one question remains bothering me and insisting on me without finding an answer for it:

"How would you have seen your life if that incident had not occurred"?