For 38 seconds, this cold figure made me wonder at the brink of strangeness and profundity. This was not the most comfortable of a situation to be in, until the nerves finally linked the logics like how they advertise neural-friendly baby products on the TV. "I'm definitely looking at a giant mirror," I nodded in vague comprehension. At the thirty-ninth click, I burst out laughing at the wasted span of blind realization.
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I managed a glance of a split second above me. The diminishing hint of light from where I fell from was all but a sliver of fading neon tones.
As I was rocking bottomward in pitch black, the surrounding walls worked like magic. Luminiscent shapes formed and blurry images started bubbling and radiating from within.
Then the puzzles finally matched well, almost a Shakespearean click… that as my life was nearing the end, his began.
To be continued...
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