Nothing was in the right color, the pond in which I'm floating is a pastel yellow, the leafage of the rich violet trees is so many different shades of blue, when they move on the non-existent breeze is like a kaleidoscope against the white sky, there is a rock formation the color of the most subtle of greens, and the grass seems to be the fluffiest looking pink. There's something falling from the sky, something numerous, it flashes multiple colors while getting closer and closer; butterflies, although these little ones' wings seem to be made out of soapy iridescent bubbles. They flutter everywhere around me, I don't move, afraid they'll burst if I were to touch them, it doesn't seem that they are afraid of that though. I can feel one of them landing in my forehead, one more is so close to my nose, and I giggle, startled.
Crimson droplets fall from the sky, the bubbly butterflies go away, a single drop falls into my left eye.
Gera, what are you feeling right now?
''What?'' I stir slowly into consciousness.
YOU ARE READING
Powerful Paracosm
FantasyParacosm: A detailed imaginary world. Thought generally to originate in childhood and to have one or numerous creators.
