He was enjoying the sunset from the breezy window, turning his ring around his finger, like a monk pushing his beads with his thumb, around and around. As he turned to walk away, a blade sliced swiftly out from the dark corner, catching the bright sunshine like scooping a splotch of paint from thin air. All of a sudden, the entire wall of liquor was tumbling across his view. Then the blaring silence raped his senses, inundated with an almost inaudibly high ringing. He assumes that to be the sound of the impossibly mysterious flying bottles.
He tried to throw his arms up to shield himself, but all he could do was stare blankly in front of him, after feeling a forceful blow to the top of his head. The sunlight was bouncing and dancing on what looked like, a limp body on the ground. And soon, after he had recognized the hand wearing his ring, soaking in a sprawling pool of blood, he enters complete shock. He believed he was decapitated. He opened his mouth like a fish gasping on land, trying to breathe, but his lungs were laying in front of him on the other side of the pool of blood.
Inside, his mania grew insane and unbound, and he roared and roared with madness. Then, he violently erupted into tearful agony, crushing his eyelids together like he was trying to wake up from a nightmare. He knew this was real.
All perspective of time had vanished. He opened his eyes, and the room to him, was nothing but a sea of shimmery prisms from the sunshine that was in living reality, reflecting ever so gently off of the bottles from the bar. The breathing and morphing shapes crashed into each other and burst into colors he had never seen in his whole life. And in the far corner of his view, a stranger’s stoic face was framed askew in the darkness.
“Why?!” The man screamed in his head just once, before the loud room drifted into somewhere else, deep inside the stranger’s eyes. There were feelings, there were shapes, then there was nothing at all.
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