Lights. Bright lights. All streams of yellow and white in the evermore tunneling vision.
Vibrant and shimmering streaks of gold race past in a blur.
A foot lifts of the ground before the sound of it is even heard. Both feet nearly stay in the air at once.
A lifetime's worth of air pumps throughout the veins every second, filled with crackling sparks and shocks.
Arms beat light at its own race, swinging front to back as a pendulum.
A constant hum of electricity is left in the wake.
Then, it all halts.
