There were gigantic underlying emotions mixing together and forming altogether new sensations repeating and pulsing. Sharp beams, confirming a dark-laced strain of majesty. Awesome depths. Visions flickering in the expanse, populating a raw wasteland, and keeping excited emotions on the nerve-edge.

I was changed, but for some moments I had nothing to judge myself against, and could only pathetically tap myself along each side to prove I still existed; a tangible morsel of evidence. The whole scene was floaty, including inside my head, my thoughts just foggy abstractions lightly drifting towards various voids. And still a dragging feeling warping the atmosphere. Plunging me into a silky abyss.

All around I could feel the loneliness from the surrounding tower-scapes, their lanterns twinkling, even from behind the curtains. And now that vibe of solitude seemed to flood my room, with more might than before, a phantom intensity draining all other colours from the lodging and pushing me into some absurd contours.

An enduring shadow, right there in its very invisibility, pressing me into the space, making me ponder. Everything appeared noiseless and hugely far-off, tiny in comparison to the luscious suite. Wonder was planted there despite the loss of a tactile presence, and in those first minutes alone all I felt was that hugeness seep into me, a persuasive energy dispensed as a gift by its maker.

I had just one option, now that I’d been abandoned, but touched by, what do I believe, a hidden electricity? on my mind’s periphery. Residual deliciousness. So I sat on the end of the bed, motionless, wallpapered by that grand, silent megametropolis that continued behind the glass in its unrelenting passion, twisting dreams and performing dainty miracles on the cusp of all realities.

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