.15.

I am in a forest of black grass, all of the blades towering above me.

I swing off of one and land in a sea of what feels like pipe cleaners. They’re all different colors and they wriggle around, ripping and tearing at my skin with their metal heads and tails.

I swim down deep towards the light and am instantly coated in an orangish dust. I can’t feel the acid walls when I reach out to touch them, but I can see the skeletons littering the room, and I know the dust protects me.

I knock on the wall and it swings open to reveal a room full of screens. Each screen has an eye that stares me down. I can hear the whispered secrets of my peers, filling my head with words I don’t want.

I reach into a screen, grab the eye by its pupil, envelope myself in its darkness.