She began to run.

But where to? She ran and ran, her hair flying up behind her as her scarf she used as a head band slowly slide down her head. Everywhere she turned there were walls, clear, so you could see the wall next to it, and the one after that, and the one after that. It went on forever…endless walls in the sky….

But it was in the sky? On what was she running?

Air? Glass? Ice? It felt as cold as ice, yet as light as air but as think and clear as glass, like, with every set, the floor sort of bobbed underneath her, like a trampolean yet didn’t give it completely to let her fall.

She kept running, turning in every derection, passing wall after wall after wall.

Why was she here? How did she get here?

SHe couldn’t remember how this all started, not even where she was a moment ago. Like, with every second, the seconds before she could not remember, as though she was continuesly losing her member. Even worse than short-term.

When would this end?