Cindy found himself among hues of crackling emeralds and glittering blues, amorphous and brilliant and bigger than he at first cared for. Wobbling across all the while his head packed full of smoldering ideas and scattered shards of what were thoughts. He shuffled around on his lonely stage and felt his face glowing and blistering. Bubbling up and bursting forth, falling down, down, down and down where all things go. Cindy wrapped himself in the oceans and raked back the wreaths that held the place where good things belong and looked at his own face crying. Black tears breaking out from his eyes and drip dribbling down his cheeks, hanging from his chin and making him beautiful to no one. He had remembered not to be scared. No more idle time, too much thinking had made him crack.
Now the path was strewn with white and red streaks that tore a swath up and down a long and empty corridor. Bubbling up and down around and around the walls were colors he had never before seen. Cindy grabbed h