Rachel was walking across probably the strangest land she had ever seen. All of the color twisted and swirled upon each other to form swirls of negative color that moved to grey to black and to splattered rainbow. There was constant motion here. The sky, the ground, the air before one's face, in constant motion of color and thought.
Rachel tried to sleep and she felt the motion pressing against her closed eyelids. She tried to think and the motion crowded in as if it were trying to tell her something urgent.
And it was. The point of this plane was giving and giving in abundance. It was giving all that is wanted and all that was needed. This plane was all hoped for but because it gave in the way that it di nothing given was ever received.
But could it be received, helping you to find your way out quicker, or was your only option to hunt for an exit in the depths of an over stimulating plane?
