An Indifferent God

The sun hung suspended, an indifferent god watching fragmented thoughts drift like colored smoke, dispersing into meaninglessness. Reality had been pierced, leaking vivid distortions that twisted perception into a gentle madness. Each hue whispered questions without answers, each shape dissolved before it could be named. Lost in a luminous haze, there was neither peace nor torment, only the slow unraveling of a mind, softly devoured by its own dreams.