It’s true. She knows this. She’s known this forever, it seems. And what is she more frightened by – the possibility of a creature standing in her line of sight? Or the unfathomable palette of colours that will explode before her when she opens her eyes. What does the world look like now? Will you recognize it? Is it grey? Have the trees gone mad? The flowers, the reeds, the sky? Is the entire world insane? Does it battle itself? Does the Earth refute its own oceans? The wind has picked up. Has it seen something? Is it mad, too?
