The walls swallow me whole. Dark matter seems to suffocate me, my throat closing upon itself as my vision blurs into oblivion. Warping, buzzing noise greets my ears, and I feel like liquid; no form nor meaning. Oh, but what is this? My eyesight clears, focusing for a moment as I regain control over my senses. In front of my eyes, as though I were reliving a lost memory, lies the scene that had danced in my dreams for as long as I can remember. That dream core, oddly familiar sense of nostalgia that accompanies childhood flashbacks now takes me by surprise, knocking the wind out of me as though I'd been freshly stabbed, now bleeding with forgotten memories I'd thought I'd lost. A trampoline park, vibrant colors yet lacking life. Tunnels and drops linger as far as the eye can see, with no visible entrance. Some might call it their wildest dream, others a living nightmare. Me, as of now, I am completely unable to comprehend any of this. It feels as though I've been shot, I've lost a piece of myself, and now that I've found it, it doesn't fit anymore, and I'm desperately trying to make it fit, yet in vain, only further fracturing my void as I do.
