Math. Math. Equations. Functions. Flying around the dark room in neon colors. Ricocheting off the black walls into another and bursting into a thousand bright molecules. I turned my body to follow a neon blue equation. Standing out among all the others like a supa Nova on a clear night sky.
Reaching my hand up I grabbed it. The words melt into a ball of putty. "69" someone whispered into my ear. A soft femine voice, low and entrancing. My body whipped around but no one was in sight. Just a whole bunch of Equations and functions flying around. Where am I ?
The blue putty jumped out of my hand and formed its original equation. The black walls started closing in on me. Black ink creeps into the Equations until they are consumed whole, belending in with the walls until one remains.
The square root of 69.
"Find us."
