Wave Bubbls - beginning question - I can't put it all into words

Old photographs left at home. A journey into a locked up time. I ask you in sepia. Who am I? I (time) was moving toward the past, I (time), which was moving toward the past, soon began to spiral around. The past, the future, and space, Light, darkness, good and evil, You, me.... The boundaries of all things in the universe melted away, With stillness, I was embraced by an endless sea of light. Who am I? You are the waves, my beloved UTAKATA ?bubbles??