Flashes of green fill my sight entirely. Running away as soon as they're caught by my eye. I want to chase them, follow them into the depth of where they are.
Deeper and deeper until I'm consumed by lengthy meadows: ankle high, waist high, shoulder high. I wish to be drowned by the protracted hair of the earth. Maybe it would solve this affliction. Just maybe.
All at once darkness monopolises the aggregate. I'm panicking. My breath is shortening, speeding it's pace into an exhausting wheeze. Instantaneously the flash of green has returned. A tunnel, it was only a tunnel. My conscience must be growing on me, enhancing my paranoia. Demons of which no matter how fast this train goes I cannot escape.
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