A thought slammed into the World like some sort of protruding mirage, freezing in time. It sounded like a chorus of eerie laughter.
At the same moment, an echo swept quickly from the ground, words from a dream which was never spoken to anyone.
The mosaic tile had been streaked by rain water, matching as it did the floor of the room. Unknown Elements rounded the place, and stopped as a
thought occurred delicately.
For what seemed like only an image, the disparate moments from consciousness washed through the room, humming
and whispering. Nothing else.
For what seemed like only a moment, the disparate images from consciousness washed through the World, whispering
and humming. Nothing more.
