Reality Was Utterly Coolheaded And Utterly Lonely.

Each Individual Has Their Own Unique Color, Which Shines Faintly Around The Contours Of Their Body. Like A Halo. Or A Backlight. I'm Able To See Those Colors Clearly.

All Right, Then, I Thought: Here I Am In The Bottom Of A Well.

My Heart Would Swell Without Warning, And Tremble, And Lurch With A Stab Of Pain. I Would Try Clamping My Eyes Shut And Gritting My Teeth, And Waiting For It To Pass. And It Would Pass -- But Slowly, Taking Its Own Time, And Leaving A Dull Ache Behind.

Time Expands, Then Contracts, All In Tune With The Stirrings Of The Heart.

Death Is Not The Opposite Of Life, But A Part Of It.