I am somehow bathed in light though my eyes cannot see it. I am not blind. I hear the raspy giggles around the corner, the frenetic chatter behind me.
My chest tightens further, threatening my oxygen. I find myself frustrated with the inability to discern forward from backward and up from down.
I am hampered by lack of direction; simultaneously I am imbued with divine knowledge that I will brush aside the tangled, pulsating shadows and emerge on my throne.
An incoherent sound erupts from my lips, a soft and feminine murmur. I feel a smile spread across my face as I stare in wonder at the polarity of the night.
