The Gaping Night Sky

Awoken in the shattered darkness of the midsummer's starry night, I hear over the quiet chirps of the crickets a voice. A voice so smooth and seductive that I have no choice but to leave my lonely post and walk trance-like toward it.
Stumbling through the silent woods made disturbed by my fumbling foot falls, I come to the edge of a cliff. I hear the voice, speaking no language known yet by my ears, but I can tell what it desires. I take a single step off the cliff and find myself hurtling through the air, spinning in too many directions to tell in which way I am falling.
A few disorienting moments of falling, I come to a quick realization of which direction I was going. Down. I come crashing head first into a once calm and silent pond. The crinkled surface now moving like a thousand pieces of fabric sewn loosely together, I try to swim to the edge, wondering what possessed me to do such a thing as jump, and how I survived, when I hear once again the enchanting voice over the quiet lapping of the water's edge. I look around me to see suspended in the air, millions of drops of water shining, as though I were surrounded by millions of tiny mirrors in a great cold and dark hall.
I hear the voice again, and a green light shines like an aurora beneath my treading legs.
I Swim down towards it, and find myself staring into a window. It takes me a moment to realize that I am no longer in the pond at all. I peer through the window, captivated by the voice. I see a man walk into view. After a moment, he turns and looks at me. He starts walking toward the window, but I don't move, still searching for the source of the voice. The voice abruptly stops and it becomes very apparent the man walking towards me is myself, with a grin adorning my face. He comes to a stop and grins even wider at me, and I can feel the color drain from my face.
My doppleganger suddenly reaches through the window as if it were water and pulls my head into the window, but when my head hits it, it is very solid.
The window smashes and bits of glass fly everywhere. I look up, through my blood and tears only to realize that the window was a mirror, and there is no other side.
Suddenly, The scenery changes, and there I am at the cliff, falling, but this time, I am falling up, and up and up. Up into the gaping night sky.