Smoke,
Deep and heavy it filled her lungs as she drew in her breath, taking in as much of the anomalous joint as feasible.
One... two...
The peculiar taste, much akin to mothballs, took over and filled her lungs and then her mouth and nose. taking over her senses as a wave of nausea threatened to knock her off her feet.
She felt herself fall dizzy, but not dizzy as such... more a sort of.. oh, she really wasn't so sure. She wasn't even so sure she was still laying in the same room as she had been upon sparking up the joint.
Shapes clouded her vision, shapes of all sorts and in a plethora of colour, like sneaky, geometrical vines of endless colour creeping up the walls.
The vibrant, prismatic formation began growing at a fierce rate before taking over and she was entrapped there, held captive in a haze of kaleidoscopic confusion.
'Breathe.'
She felt herself let out the deep cloud of smoke she had forgotten she had even been holding in.
And then, as if in just an instant, the world turned upside down as if gravity had ceased to exist in a simple moment.
She was falling.
Galvender Grey was falling.
Headlong into the abyss of effulgent psychedelia.
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AdventureThe smoke shifted... fracturing off into a sharp twist of shapes in an infinite plethora of colour And then, in an instant, the world turned upside down. ~ Upon a peculiar meeting with a stranger on a trek back to...
