The 4th Dimension (extract from {untitled} by C.SeanMcGee)

All of this was dizzying. She closed her eyes, but even her thoughts shaped themselves differently. Her own voice was foreign. It spoke in inconceivable sentences and ideas, where it seemed that every vowel had been replaced with a prime number, and prepositions, replaced with sensations akin to poking, or prodding.

{untitled} C.SeanMcGee ₢2015

*Describing The Bridge - along the 4th dimension