Daydreams in the Dark

Thousands of red stars flood the path. White lights take their seats above the flow, watching over the sea of blood and cheering us on through our pilgrimage. We turn the belt and swarm into a massive mob. Bright crimson is mesmerizing from here. They are an endless wave of fire- a mirror facing a mirror- a trail of burning gasoline. My glass-frame seems to be breathing heavily at the sight. The bulbs are so beautiful at night.

Music is playing, washing over the drums of my ears, and peeling away at its gentle core. The bass is harmonizing with my heart, and the world is wading over the irises of my pupils. I can almost feel the two senses combining into something indescribable. Like a sensation felt in a dream that, when realized, becomes distant. Great green boards with more bulbs lead the vast number of us. Everyone is rushing past, trying to capture and hold as much light as possible. If we keep going we might reach the moon. There are white stripes on the lanes by our toes, and they move so quickly that they travel in solid colors.

I can't hear anything outside, completely oblivious to the noise of movement- gliding on the glassy surface. The pixels pour out, and overcome the darkness above us. It looks like the reflection of light on water. It glistens, and ripples in arbitrary ways. It tickles at my vision and bounces in rainbows- but always the shadow comes. Golden eyes cross with the red as we pass on, and the clashing illumination creates a bloated canvas of the long day past. The music gets louder as the torque carries my body left and right. The stars are moving more quickly, and I'm losing all sense of the world. I am high above it. High above the small people and the small greens and silvers.

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