she was sitting silently with her eyes closed. concentrating.
she tried her hardest to block out the buzz of people around her. concentrating hard...
and then it came.
it felt like she was in the middle of the sea, the waves bobbing her up and down.
she sways from side to side, following the rhythm of the sea...but still concentrating.
and then it lifts her. she sees above her a wide, high, rounded, brown ceiling opening up.
she feels herself dancing..just twirling, twirling around the high open space.
then her eyes start to flutter, and she sees the most beautiful pictures appearing on that brown ceiling.
she floats around in circles, her fluttering eyes taking in the crystal clear images around her. with every round she goes, different patterns of colours seem to appear. and then she leaves the ceiling and drops down, floating through the hallways of the structure, one after another. she admires her colourful world, and feels a sense of belonging and want and need that she never experienced before. she feels light and calm and carefree. she just wants to dwell in it forever and never come back.
and then she feels an iron grip on her wrist and her eyes fly open.
and her hallucination stops.
*atm*
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