The Prophetess (Unfinished)

I went to see her. When I arrived she sat, implacable, cross-legged on a bejeweled pillow. Her long, dark lashes curved out from eyes the color of water. They closed, fluttered. In all that time she had not uttered a word. Her ruby lips parted and at that moment the world I knew splintered and fell away from me forever.

From her mouth there issued forth a sound. This sound had a quality like that of light. I was blinded. I gripped the sides of my chair as I felt myself falling backward, spinning uncontrollably. The pit of my stomach rose to my throat and I had to alternately swallow and take big, gulping breaths to control my gorge. The air had turned to liquid around me, as if I were breathing water. It expanded inside me, filling my body with a delicious gravity. I felt at once weightless and leaden.

I opened my eyes again and at that instant all sensory input ceased. The world was gone from me. In its stead I heard a thunderclap as my consciousness opened like a stormy sky.