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My head starts spinning as a silver chime rings out, long, legato.
A purple cloud surrounds me, encompassing all that I am.
A drum beat starts, heard as a thumping.
A snare joins in, so fast it rattles.
Then it stops.
A piano begins to play softly, softer, but I see no keys, because nothing is black and white.
Wind rushes through the leaves that have only just appeared. I take a step forward, but is it really me? I seem to be looking on but looking in, and now I know I can be two places at once.
I see me, not as me, but as her: the girl that's inside of me. Long, dull, greasy hair and eyes so sunken they do not see.
I feel the cool of water as I see her step inside a pond of still water. Relief rushes through me as her eyes brighten.
And then the chime rings again.