My toes froze silently in the blackness of eternity. White tendrils of thought, like snaking lashes of burning light, fluttered through the abyssal sea of darkness as living paint splatter. I felt no sense of weight or center—a floating bag of breath cut from the nails of time or place. As I paddled my legs, swimming to nowhere, my brain was licked by a soothing polyphony of voices. Ideas, memories, debates, tragedies, jolted like boiled lightning as multi-colored pinpoints of soul searing light slit about me.
This is pink on infinity.