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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 cut the glitter dome that is up above, flowing in tandem with heavenly winds. Small wisps of their bodies drift away from the main path, scattering amongst the stars, becoming the translucent curtains that divide the heavens.
You float amongst the vastness, mindlessly being carried away by their hold. They whisper around you, unfolding their voices like petals of moon flowering blooms. They are liquid electricity, powering their own existence, as well as holding up your own. What feels like a second, or perhaps a millennium passes, and suddenly the stars and currents are once again high above, leaving you on the surface.
The air feels silky, as does the ground. You walk – but do you? You walk, walk, walk, and yet arrive nowhere. Everywhere looks the same; still, you're confident you haven't moved. Goosebumps riddle your soul, and you feel compelled to fall over, as threads of your consciousness are rhythmically pulled away from your sentience.
And it's hot. Is it hot? You were sure you couldn't perceive your own body, let alone the temperature. But it is very much. Hot, that is. Blazing, melting your skin, charring your hair, burning your heart. It spreads, catching ablaze just like dry, cut grass.
Your heart goes fast, fast, faster. It beats against your chest, that is to say it rumbles far past your ribs, hammering and hammering and hammering until you're sure it is about to spill out your thorax. The starry dome begins to blur as you are forcibly ripped from your dream world, and your eyes snap open.
You gasp as you sit up, hands clutching the blanket you were sure was choking you. Beads of sweat slowly trickling down your forehead, down your back. There isn't enough air and your chest feels constricted and you're burning and there isn't enough air.
